I’m an antisocial crazy **** martyr alien who’s a loner clean and sober and from another planet,

Where my father’s fiancé died lied then came back resurrected as his new girlfriend Janet,

They swear this isn’t true I’m crazy I’m seeing **** and I am Jesus Damn it!,

Celebrities are mind readers now watch me flip out scream yell and slam ****,

They can shoot thoughts into my head slicing through my skin like it’s a blade,

They can take thoughts out too they’re ignorant they mind read and they invade,

They follow me around no matter where I go everywhere I go with nanny cams,

They come disguised as C.E.O.s shippers receivers techs and even handy mans,

They can change their sex by tearing off their skin in full body layers as if it were leotards,

I don’t make this **** up I just call it the way I see it yeah I know- they’re frigging retards,

This is exactly how 2Pac tricked you he isn’t dead he’s alive,

He’s been hounding me for his royalties ever since I was five,

Way back when I was born and raised in Pine Grove Drive,

I’ve tried telling people this but no one else sees this and I’ve,

Seen him before he was standing there slamming his car door,

Yelling screaming:“Hey white boy! What’s you looking at me for”?

(I reacted in my mind like:

……..“I’m crazy / no I’m not / yes I am/  NO I’M NOT! / AAARRRGGG!”)

I’M THE TYPE OF PARANOID NEUROTIC MEGALOMANIAC THAT’LL FLAG DOWN A 9 SEATER!,

I’LL START POUNDING ON THE WINDOW ASKING - SCREAMING: “ARE YOU A MIND READER?!”,

They’re the type of people that’ll say I didn’t ask them right driving off leaving me there having me say: “Fine I don’t need ya”,

I don’t get paid to ask you questions AGAIN and AGAIN correctly you knew what I was asking you see the,

Reason why I always pop these pills is because cops are deep and they kill,

And I love the chill that I feel whenever gangbangers get dropped still,

While knowing exactly who they all are,

I’ll rat then out fast they ain’t getting far,

They always tell me I’m not even a human being I’m just a maggot,

They ain’t gangsta’s cause they smoke crack either I already had it,

I already shook that fucked up feeling I don’t hang out with them dudes I ain’t fiending,

With that crazy dazed look in my eye like: “Is this some imaginary **** that I’m seeing?”

By imcrazytooo

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