LoDeck
This is more ironic then getting
 [bad word] over by virgin records
or beating woman with
alanis morissette [bad word] 
its like getting jacked for
your lucky pack of menthols (Weee!)
or writing a suicide note on your forehead
while blowing out half the face off before hand
i left pink bunny slippers
on a paralyzed mans door mat
to teach luck a lesson
while bumpin Ain't Know Half Steppin
ill stab you as border officials
just to smuggle in weapons
---dam your stupid
I kill beats even if I loop em
 [bad word] to hoes even before i scoop them (Sup [bad word] 
i tell em i [bad word] but i will never call
i got a vendetta with you all
Dont tell me ill blow up
i hate doing what im told (wha?)
Girls that play their [bad word] part
will get it in their [bad word] hole

Alaska
my catalogs, contain chains whips
and cattle prods. leather restraints
asphyxiated to your face
scriptures written in paint
prophetic mosaic
leave pathetic flows sedated
ill take away your mouth
like a agent in the matrix
im no angel but i make trips to heaven
write a masterpiece in seven
---remain anonymous
train for dominance
im Felix Trinidad beat you so bad
think Tims your dad
Im Joe Stein Burg
i put my soul in rhyme words
time serves to remind the lines blurred
in your mind, revisionist
vision with the twisted viciousness
i exist to twist [bad word] i mix up with
say my name backwards
five times in the mirror
ill appear and tear a hook through
your interior, cause your inferior

The reason im moody?
 [bad word] it [bad word] 
The reason [bad word] 
even though half the time im subdued
the way im subdued
is a paranoid existence
and the reason im moody
is nothing but occupational instance

the reason im silent?
well most people are [bad word] 
the reason that most people are [bad word] 
is because the world is [bad word] 
even though the world is [bad word] 
all i can do is exist
so the reason im silent?
im just one of those [bad word] 

(Hmm..) Stop!
and walk half the world
in mechanical shoes.
wingless planes. Oh My Gawd!(?)
If it was any other day
i would be sick Rotten!
just because today cause
im a MC, thats glutton
i dislike writing
cause humans got to like sumthin
and i dont like...tuna...crab salad
(and i dont like finger painting)
Im tired and antisocial
except for the wrong moments
United States is corny
but i love burgers
Politics is for [bad word] artist
rock the voters with clumps of garbage
(Ahhhh!)
id love to make one party join and
disappear like Lucas
with the lid off with tears of fears
yes its the hit off
to bad im addicted to taking the
progress pre-predicted
eventually we might be as smart as insects
in two billion years
 and death will
be a thing of instance (Oh Well)
in my imagination your all figments
of sickness and style
phone cable voice projection
non-pretentious unless you dont
fit into my next sentence...
a word is a word, is an extra paint
source like an appendix
a poltergeist knocking inside some one pregnant
my eye sockets a filled with clear jelly
its obvious i fry a little cod piece
kamikaze, crash into a junk yard
full [bad word] gaggle
when i die cut off my head
cause i dont [bad word] nobody

the reason im silent?
well most people are [bad word] 
the reason that most people are [bad word] 
is because the world is [bad word] 
even though the world is [bad word] 
all i can do is exist
so the reason im silent?
im just one of those [bad word] 

The reason im moody?
 [bad word] it [bad word] 
The reason [bad word] even though
half the time im subdued
the way im subdued
is a paranoid existence
and the reason im moody is
nothing but occupational instance
(Yes!)

(Meaa...)

(Wicked)