Simple

I'm wild with a dosage

character closely cut from a fabric that's ferocious

with a misanthropes motive and a quote that drips from a slit throat

livid and sickly corroded, fuck it I'm precocious

first fraud to get soaked equals the joke that stands closest

tear the thugs up with clubs before the toast leaves their holsters

purvey the unconveyed for the age of the no hopers

and never shut the fuck up till we have a sense of closure

dissonant key, shines blind while I'm landing

well I've lost friends to death and simple misunderstandings

every breath is a zone, isolated and accident prone, christ...

maybe I'm designed to live alone

'99 will be remembered as the time that shit cluttered my dome

so in 2000 when you talk to me (blah blah blah)

just watch your fucking tone

some people think they know me 'cause they play me in their home

and lose perspective on the rules of engagement

get smacked to the pavement

if the tune bruise hard, that's my whole job fufillment

so before your suck box squawks that smart thought...try to kill

or space ghost might spit on you, we're tight like that...teammates

been through too much shit to turn away now, no debate

I'm wild with a dosage, maybe something similar

to the substances that threw some of my best friends out of focus

who holds the vein contains poppy juice, notice the same strains

that take away our pain might croak us

88, eighth grade, weighs in with a grin

smoking bones in tompkins park where all the crack heads lived

it was me and my friend jon and a bag without skins

so we emptied out a cigarette and stuffed that shit in

way before The paincave made itself known, that's what we did

like running around downtown brooklyn getting chased by the big kids

now as a man I don't run much, still have the same click

that very few people I meet in this world can measure up with

simple words can do work versus complexidus bids

plus a rhyme style without emotion isn't telling me shit

this portion of the broadcast is adjourned with a dark tint

now I've got razor blades in my throat and I don't mind it one bit

from the women I've loved down to the clubs that I've ripped

I dedicate my strange ways from in this maze that I sit

yes, ladies and gentlemen, can you escape from...drum roll please....

The paincave

The paincave

The paincave

The paincave

The paincave

The paincave

The paincave

The paincave