Pen Etiquette

[Verse 1] Quirky guy in a plain shirt, adapting to the framework The dreaded routine, every day the same work Commitment to my mission demands hard labor Desire is A.I. playing the game hurt So are we talking about practice? We tryna score Love is war, so we take'em to the mattresses Life's a movie and I'm method acting So engrossed in my role, to be off screen is taxing So you will understand why to me, recording IS relaxing If not, it's unimportant, just pretend and nod As any unhealthy bonds, I just ALT & F4 them Press mute on any fool who is ALL CAPS talking Five fingers on the hand, sign language to your noggin Idiocracy, you need to use pictograms often Sign my name in gold letters on an Instagram portrait Caption reads: I'm a motherfucking boss with this, what! [Verse 2] Some prefer word mincing, sentences run, thru alembics Others spin yarns as long as you listen Web weaving, a tad deceiving, awakened wrath evens The playing field, now it's my turn to wreak havoc Were on the same frequency, now we heed static Antennae broke, but won't summon a mechanic Panic, button mashing, like playing Tekken 5 Cast out of your heart, can't be let back inside Prejudiced pride, went from destined to be together Since a child, to celestially crossed In a matter of seconds to God, years to us That's, holy shit even a Catholic can't afford Occupy Padded Wall Street, that's a flash mob Insane money, we're comin' your way fast Bet your ass on it, along with the tents And the picket signs, straddling the fence, high voltage [Verse 3] Beneath a microscope, if you analyze close You'll see my mind is a colorful fauna One thought on its own, is a peacock spider, during mating dance Its beauty is impervious to your jaded glance The hospital I was born in, today Is left desecrated land, that's the way it panned out Unsheathed my blade cause you couldn't stay your hands If life is what happens as you making your plans I guess death will intervene if you're taking the stand See the red stakes in the sand? Penalty awaits Whoever grabs the mic, to incite animosity Towards me, generate club head velocity Yeah, it's true I got a chip on my shoulder Iron in the bag or the iron in the holster Same rules apply if you're trying to approach the green You need to practice your aim by all means