DROWNING

Verse 1: You left me when I needed you most My mind and soul falling apart, my body bleeding and broke Heart pounding 'til I felt the final beat in my throat Now when I'm looking in the mirror all I see is a ghost Boo. I guess I'm the white Casper Oh, he's already white? Uh, fuck it- I write blacker I meant darker and deeper, I'm like Campbell Or Blackwood, or Lovecraft or even Edgar Allen So many references, definitely I'm back with A vengeance, but what do you expect with a white rapper? Just for a glance or slight chance I might catch her I'm camped in a white van outside of her night classes For the venue tonight, dressed to the nines and quite dapper With a full black suit and type-hat like Mike Jackson With the white gloves, but they might color switch right after Time will only tell us what tonight might unravel Out early from class, it appears it's quite cancelled I lower my seat kind of how I lowered my standards I'm playing it cool, like an ice pack, there's Only a minute left til I jump out and I grab her Verse 2: You really did a number on my mental So tonight I'm repaying the favor back to you, tenfold You notice I'm patiently waiting and begin to tremble But I'm quick to the draw, pulling the drawstrings, LETS GO Traffic swerving, zoom zooming like a Mazda ad Ain't got a plan but I'm a man and god, I've got a van Ah shit yeah, in the back's a monstrous can of noxious gas So quit the hollering or I'mma send you off to la la land Stop the damn screaming bloody murder, quit bouncing too Bet your damn ass the vans padded and it's sounded proof From the front to back, and wall to wall and fucking ground to roof Like a ghost in plain sight, there ain't no sense in shouting boo Two miles out, I got a deadline to meet You got one too. I'm bound to make a fucking headline this eve You're bound too. By your hands, head, neck, thighs and feet Just lean in closer babe, I got a little question, do these Rags smell like chloroform or fucking enzymes and bleach? As you slowly inhale, I slide you inside a sheet It's kind of rude of you, I thought you would have said bye at least Goodnight my dear little angel, you bet it's bed time my sweets Verse 3: We're pulling up at the desert location Where my utility toolkit is presently waiting The past is the past, and now the present is wasting So let's treat it like a gift, a special occasion I unwrap you from a sack in the back of the van You see a chance and you dash as fast as you can You're a speedy little bitch, a Labrador, damn You nearly made it out the door but I'm grabbing your hand Come on girl you know you ain't no fucking Usain Bolt Quit making a scene now, this ain't no fucking movie role Hold on to your seat the scene I'm bout to paint, though Is sure to make em say "WHOA" more than two rainbows I got a couple of knives and a satchel of tools That are rusted and kind of a hassle to move But I can't stop now, cause when I plan, my planning goes through It's finally time for us to bury the hatchet, and you