Devils Chop Shop

I'm here visiting the devil's chop shop, 

A place reason n time seemingly forgot. 

I'm sat here in Heavens waiting room,

Its Limbos Limbo, competition soon.

For all the fun for all 2 see,

I don't like it, here, in purgatory.

Take them symbols from that mon-key,

N let's make this brain more fun-ky.

My brains a trycylic 90s pass by,

I Don't dare take dem SNR-I.

Unless u wanna see mental drought,

All life source, sucked right out.

Like an IDF double tap casual-ty,

I'm Harry Kanes missed penal-ty.

The Devil's NHS ain't exactly the, best,

But I just love Nepalese hospital bed, rest.

Its so easy being on a ward I know,

N I don't really want to pack up n go. 

Outside is just pain for my scratchy brain,

Tik Tok sound pound, I've gone again.

Hecticness n debt collectors,

Pikies want me, head protectors.

Don't waste time make appointment,

I'm a senile parental disappointment.

So I better getta lift up soon.

Heavens alien base stuck on the moon.

N then I'll be able to rest my mental pain,

No fake friend pretends, I'm God again. 

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Scrambled Heads

Let's go mumbling, bumbling without care,

Pink pixie queen, chose my lacey underwear. 

I make a livin pickin chicken teeth off da floor,

Den I go n fence em, 2 a sewer livin, troll of a whore. 

Coz I'm just a lil scamp, with a brain full of scrambled eggs, 

Holes n green gunk, yep I've got bad legs.

Slipped pins thru ma skin, 4 30yrs like a chore,

It's da kinda shit, I don't want 2 do no more.

Used 2 hv teeth, dat shined bright n glowed, 

But I pickaxed dem like da cavities, in dis flow, 

Mr green became too clean, n boring 4 me

But hopefully I'll get a bag of ticks, by half past 3.

So I'll post this Skrew, up bit by bit,

N If I can't rhyme the dime in time, I ain't worth shit. 

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Patients

Winding willows,

Blood stained pillows.

Dinlow patients,

I'm out of patience.

Red raw back,

Need a life hack. 

They dope me up,

As soon as I'm up.

Nothing to see here, 

Wrapped curtain clear. 

Be a gentle buttercup,

or I'll mess u right up.

Blood in my hands,

No one understands.

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