Laced And Faceted

Give it to the fiends They pipe yelping Mics melting In my hands like ice pellets I write hellish I don't even write Well, it's like, my hand reads blind like Helen No pie selling If it's psychedelic I sell it A slight felon I'll stab you with a kitchen knife And open your face like the visor on a knight's helmet Mirrors catch my purple dripping eye jelly like Welch's Headaches and wrist restraints Rocking a ripped chain I shoot dope into my dick vein Nod off under the bridge train I'm in the vet pharm' After cassettes spark I'll cut the heart out, eat it, represent art I'm alive like Fresh tracks that look like pregnant belly stretch marks I know I look like a freak, bummy threads Cats laughing like something funny said I don't push bundles or crack bunny eggs I'm at my show selling acid tabs to white kids with honey dreads Only come out when the sun is set "That's why sometimes I feel like a vampire", I think that's what Bundy said I'll open your stomach up Spilling out guts looking like sausage links and humus spread Under stress? An insomniac? I can't fucking rest My eyes are two black holes That's not from puffing meth, my blunts is wet Chewing on mushrooms before cyphers Munching stems I look at your human fur I wanna punch in dents I'm done with pumping lead Sawed off from a distance Hit your car It only punched in dents I'm a legend to some One verse, six months of rent (Your majesty, this is a magic suit. Naturally, since you are very wise and intelligent, you can see how beautiful it is. But to a fool...) [an excerpt from The Emperor's New Clothes]