Bridge Burning

[Intro]:
I don't got much to say, but I just have stuff to say, yo, and I cannot tell you how uncomfortably awkward it is for me to be here and, and forced to explain that say if pressed, I'm the grandson of Vincent Price, I'm Rasputin in a dollar store Devil costume, I am from there that is, vaguely I will be bringin' unshaped formless music, unstructured and disorganized, I will per se carve this art almost featureless, umm, this is of course made incoherent, who cares? It will irritably be systemless and, unordered, this will be narcissistic and very unclеar, undefined and brilliantly undetеrmined, this per the break beat and loop symbol, I am a trained minimalist, yo, yo (you just ate something?), yeah, I got one, I'mma get one in, yo, ayo

[Verse]:
This tab so big when I take it (Gloop)
That even all the people upstairs in my head can taste it (Yeah)
I'm higher than a Cylon base ship
Cyborg like Martin Caidin
Wicked as Walter Cronkite at the Grove with infant blood on his apron
Hospitalized stashin' pills scrapin' the timin' off
This man’s an island in the lab rhymin' (uh), with my timin' off
Sniffin' Percs about to go blind, from the Tylenol (Fuck)
Seein' trails like the Peruvian fireball
Close up street magic nitrous, balloonin' clowns
Sour Patch Kid, I'm too loud, the new Trench Coat Mafia
School's out, I'm the new rap scene Marley Marl
Gettin' Phoenix in the club
Blak Church insignia, get the dub
I made these beats, fuck off
Now with the cult you get cut off, under a rock
Irrelevant, bustin' moves like duck sauce
Citrus lean, about to hurl with the fur on
Lit in the booth, Hip Hop Eddie Furlong