Here's the confessions of an unrepentant Skinnee

From the depths of my soul

in my hole in New York City

I arose from my frozen abode

in the north Came forth on course

and write my rhymes from the source

To delight Dr. Lecter I'll recite some invective of my own

Here's my quid pro quo Omens and portents

have come forth in torrents

It's time to realize my rise

has been foretold

From the sticks to the streets

I beat a path that'll last

I came to NYC by the way of the pasture

Naive and pure,

I stepped from the steppes

From the pie to the apple

like Ming it's merciless

But my mastery of majesty brings tragedy

My mastery of majesty brings tragedy

My insanity loves company

so I stray into the fray

cause the chaos comforts

But some of thee in front of me

want to rumble The fauna, causing trauma

in the jungle I be

the lion in winter,

the hinterland

dweller Accapella

dash fast like a sprinter

Test me like litmus,

but witness the fitness

Of my wit

quick come get with this



The sun comes up and I run with the animals

Enter wild kingdom

The sun goes down and I run from the cannibals

Enter wild kingdom



The sun comes up and I run with the animals

Enter wild kingdom

The sun goes down and I run from the cannibals

Enter wild kingdom



Due to my ability

to flow with agility

I take my place amongst the nobility

But fuck the futility,

my mobility is upwards

But my cupboards be bare like Hubbard's

and it's killing me

Stress make me pound my chest like a Gorrilla

be To prove my verility

search for sense and sensibility

Like Austin -ac