let me start by saying that i wrote this sometime around late 1999/early 2000.  i was at a friend's house, recording music for a song that some of us were going to rap on.  i like some rap music, so i figured i'd see what i could come up with.  it's plainly obvious upon reading this that i am not going to be doing more of this in the future!  however, i had an insane amount of fun recording this (and trying to breathe while doing so!), so i'm throwing it up here for yall to laugh about or what not... enjoy!

warped style comes from miles away to the end

to the means i defend and the rules that i bend - crack!

the sound of my lead from the hammer to your head

left you dead on the floor, bullet whore, you want more, son?

can't fuck with my rhymes, can't even touch my pens,

i'm fallin' down like d-fens, my slug's your third eye's lens

your future in a daze of blood red haze and greys

crawl across the skies yes it's your dyin' day prize

drops of rain are acid on your brain, you're startin' to slide

down the razor blade ride that's the last trip of your life

put you down under the ground before your flesh starts to sink

as i grind your bones up in the disposal on my kitchen sink

you think i'm sick and i'd kill you just for kicks

well, you're all fuckin' pricks, i'm a timebomb, no more ticks.

three six five a year, my mad face goes ear to ear

the sounds of science, in silence, my defiance!