Why isn't our world more elastic less abusive? Why isn't our world was more afraid of last goodbyes? Why isn't our world less plastic instead human? Why in our world don't we know each another for what's just past our eyes? Why isn't there a way a safe place we can do this? Why in our world, do we push down those who try? Why isn't someone telling us to to push through the blues the bruises and the hits? come on, no worse time to stand idly by. What if not one of us has the answer? We barely know what we are let alone why. What if there was a fever that's grown to cancer? What if in our world girls cant travel alone at night? What if there's some word or phrase that could save us? What if some syllables could somehow shift our short sight? Nothing spoken aloud thus far could do this. What if repeating those words is all that makes them right? Why do we live where we all drown in each other? Hold your breathe and dive in for the ride. Why am I more than an imaginary distraction? A pied piper whose survived a fire using his windpipes to keep you in stride.

I'm an Exceptional skeptic Just Spitting shit hectic Chicks lick lolly like I'm carter Cuz I rap good like a present That you're probably just gonna shred to pieces anyway The stuff in the box is the good part : 8 piece, no chik Fil a Frosted flakes for breakfast let's get something squared away here I rap about all sorts of shit so sometimes I offend ears Unprepared for the stream of slurs In tedium I spit through It sucks a shitty dog dick Like an ATM from pitbull Rappers nowadays talk AKs and ARs Can't we just about face and take thing the way they are? I'll cap the haters I mean capture the haters on my camera phone man give you your 15 minutes then I'll go home and Peep the vid of the shit you said Face red and pissed off That kinda hate Perpetuates the way some Mcs try get off You'll be led I'm brighter You Blow smoke Cannabis Now I'm almost there You ain't prepared for MONEYSHOT When I bust ---- Who has a face like whysir does Who has a voice like whysir does Who has choice like whysir does nobody? nobody. Welcome back everyone I just printed off a gun I still had to buy the bullets though But isn't the future fun? Shits ridiculous we're carrying all of our friends with us Whether we're better without it I doubt it but how we act online is killing us I like that you like what I liked so I like you And I don't like that we act like A stack of rats just trying to pick apart every part of Human interfacing cuz eyes sunk in and vacant can be opened and swollen with education Riots in Ferguson raised stocks on tasers So suffering brings profit we don't need graphs and papers Players wage war on vagrants made so by ancestry Making all boys and girls into fixtures in a well known Menagerie Of torment in every hue cuz we need that full spectrum What's the use of resisting we may as well let them Ravage our homes like badass axe wielding Vikings Better write that down Think of the tax cuts that might bring Who has a face like whysir does Who has a voice like whysir does Who has choice like whysir does nobody? nobody. Oh shit there's room here for one last one This time then I'm coming at the fuckin cops with my cap gun Pop pop pop If you read the closed caption Action hasn't lasted long but hey the kids got passion! He was making crack rock in motel bathtubs hacking limbs off wearing nothing but gym socks you know Kids stuff And I hand out none but for your girl I'll give two fucks And I don't care your color I roll with ghost crew not klu klux And your crew sucks deluxe dicks cuz you tricks are for kids I'm a serial killer up in your room Doing what your mom should of did: Aborted you from this planet cuz the plan it is this: Not any space left for you It's time to retire We'll call you Sputnik I'm Russian to the Finnish like 'Im speaking both languages and if my side cramps concern you You don't know what anguish is. Well thanks for coming out I really I appreciate it the song is over now and I didn't say shit. oops.

I've been told I got that Dialectical prestidigitation I'm a lion lying ready pressed againt some vegetation you might see while couch surfing purusing through the stations One moment I'm on discovery channel The next the spot is vacant You sit there bewildered staring at a wilda beast who should have been taken down with ease for the jungle King to feast And while you're scratching your head confused by these technical difficulties I'mma dive from behind your ottoman And claw your jugular out with ease. I'm a tiny bit cautious A tiny bit obnoxious A tiny bit of a kid that spits more bomb Than rebel Rocket launchers think I need a weapon with my words you must be lost its Whysir on the track just Just kicking asses no galoshes Weaving though thirsty women tht just want His attention Getting even with the world See first string haters and bench em Good game bro but I probably should mention Your Girl couldn't Get the stains we made On your sheets out So We just left them And As we left I heard your mom say she thinks you're a failure Heard her screaming that to the neighbors she was smoking crack at the back of your trailer on a bucket, i'm pale I'm a verbal Vlad the impaler you pale in comparison Your hard to chew like now and laters K it's on I'm grey poupon I bring class and you must hurt You be Heinz you can't ketchup I'm hot dog and your buns hurt Cuz you're butt hurt that I'm what works And you're dumbstruck think this shit sucks and your out of luck Cuz I get looked up like a short skirt I got that dialectical prestidigitation I'm a dragon dragging damsels and randomly Tossing em om the pavement You wanna be brave and take me out And save the day that you've been wasting No dovahkin can't hear you shout You should a just stayed in your basement I'm Alduin and I'm doing me scorching like the sun You're just a shitty fighter Mage thief whose Bout to be well done Flames engulf so you resign to die You know you can't outrun The hurtful verbal fire I supply with my dragon lungs Till I'm I'm making music that appeals highly to more teens Than mighty morphing power rangers and lord of the rings On morphine You can bet I'm gonna be seeking the rush of endorphins that I only get in the morning When I'm pouring orange Juice into my mug and writing while you loser are snoring Knowing full well all of you are now slowly conforming to the weird Whysir style But if you're green like chlorine I'll say it One more time and Let this be a warning I got that dialectical prestidigitation i meanI'm wicked with willing words their my sword, hammer, paint pen, spray can Dummies look at me funny cuz to them it like Dutch I'm sprikken The stakes are high I'm fever pitched On fire like Salem wiccans You're getting the picture now dude: MMS You think Ill burnout soon: filaments Your girls is swoonin (ooooh) now you're : ill content I flow influenza influence ya with my ill content this has been a syllable swapping swinging rhythmic hypnosis Not giving her what she needs so your ho can poke us Royal us I work that magic: hocus pocus No rabbit in my hat I'm rabid: no prognosis You're Not gonna get any better cuz you're hopeless, bogus So stop telling me I'm wasting my time when I'm rhyming you know this: my flow and wit makes every track a Magnum opus So now I'm focused on absorbing funds from opponents: osmosis Sum it up quick I'm piping hot girl come blow this Old Testament love to my haters I send them plagues of locusts In all likelihood I'll soon get paid enough to get into a lotus But I'm not stopping Till they chisel my face on timpanogos

No hope And the beat goes on no hope And the beat goes on No hope And the beat goes.. for the wicked inside my soul (2x) Saw a useless article in the news that said that senator John McCain felt the state of Arizona had committed torture when they executed a dude who murdered a girl and her dad with the last name Dietz Back in 89 about two months before Halloween. the article didn't say it , but that day he shot them both with a .38 caliber than tried to shoot the cops but got Gunned down by the police then somehow survived then got put under the knife to remove all of the bullets to preserve what was left of his life taking life. I can only imagine the turmoil in the ER that night trying hard to keep this dark soul from stepping into light but the surgeons did their job the killer survived sentenced for execution date they'd later determine fade to white (Hook) No hope And the beat goes on no hope And the beat goes on No hope And the beat goes.. for the wicked inside my soul (2x) Back to the present back to that useless article and McCain said the execution was like torture 2 whole hours of pain An irrevocable mistake, on top of another big mistake, inside another lapse in judgement, led to tragedy now the state of Arizona has to answer for the misery in those last moments the ruling had said to make him history not leave the door half open now they have to answer for the way the killer struggled for breath after getting shot up then getting locked up for shooting 2 in the chest we got a busted justice system scarcely any accountability. living dead what can we do with them In this grey areas of civility? Cuz let's be real here The recently deceased killer died himself once he did the deed and did away with the Deitz father and daughter and the families involved can finally move on I guess Its the will of federal level fairness so much pain was prolonged I'm just hoping I've opened your eyelids to all that went wrong Before we dopily mis-dosed A dead man with opiates 3 lives lost and the beat goes on. (Hook) No hope And the beat goes on no hope And the beat goes on No hope And the beat goes.. for the wicked inside my soul

Whysir bumping like bizarro cardiac arrest And once I'm up at the top with a bottle of cognac I'll rest at least that's what the haters think but as reactions suggest I'm a beast that's fueled by beats and this evening I'm even gonna be beating my chest King Kong flow kicking out the killer combos Killer Instinct call him Kilgore got more beef than McDonald's So fasten your seat belts Let's fill in all the plot holes Im the dude Beating out hooks for good like Peterpan and the lost bros Lost boys and I'm not toying round with the bitches Had a chance Not to be a killjoy youve had yours and missed it They gossip as they walk away how can he act so vicious? They say he gets more T and A on the daily than play boy pictures But they They looking at me for the articles Freeing minds of gladiators so they're calling me Spartacus Give me a touch of gratitude It's ridiculous how far it goes I got that spooky action at a distance for all the partygoers I'm entangling particles That's an Einstein line And when your in the ring with whysir its a damn fine line between friendly verbal exchanges nightly while in the reactive mood light To Me coming at you with and axe and leaving stains that later attributed to spilled red wine Or maybe cranberry juice I'm Patrick Bateman American Psycho ive got a few screws loose You useless noobs covered in bruises can't just ignore this dude, So Christians bail and Roman Catholics Panic the Vatican better ready the cruc ifix oh shit I'm mixing up metaphors Percolating petrol pumping combustion pressing the heavy Peddle to the floor Im a mess and can Make you question decisions you had made back way before like Chris Hansens questionnaire especially for pedophiles on to catch a predator

No one laughs at god in a hospital no one laughs at god in a war no one laughs at god when their starving or frozen or so very poor no one laughs at god when the doctor calls after some routine tests no ones laughing at god when its gotten real late and their kids not back from that party yet This as good a place as any to put a piece of the past In this land of opportunity some get one last Well In that land in a town was a kid always down And every year foster care every year moved around schizophrenic mom so they took her away They locked her up and doped her up when he was only 8 So it's This house that house Sit boy stay Pet peeve to the kid tryin to endure all this get up and wait He'd beg god for help, but mom already tried that 3 hour conversation on the other side of her mind psychosis fed by what the bible supplied So he skated over topic flipped out he no complied Started to ask the whys and not accept the why not's Pick apart the world thread-by-thread Untying knots Cause the world ain't black and white Rorschach blots And he's a night owl it's not watchmen though man just watch No one laughs at god in a hospital no one laughs at god in a war no one laughs at god when their starving or frozen or so very poor no one laughs at god when the cops knock on their door and say "we've got some bad news sir" no ones laughing at god when there's a famine fire or flood but god can be funny Hindsight's 20 20 he's nearsighted at best Daydreamed through classes passed most the passed most his tests He knew there were better places for his mind to invest He'd start to see things through moms eyes as delusion progressed. HER reality SLIPPED day to day so he'd learn HIS Needed to be able to show her what isn't and more to the point what is He'd carefully analyze anything his eyes could see Til every sound deployed depicted detail Indefectibly Pretty much skipped all of high school Cuz The teachers were drugged up fucked college drop former athlete dumb fucks Admittedly I was also angsty and stuck up But fuck it I already knew my duty in life was to stick up For the beaten down broke geeks Marginalized supposed freaks Voiceless voices spirits moist From toilet bowls each week It's something we've all seen Larry Clark showed it on screen The type of world were livingnn in when kids can be so mean No one laughs at god in a hospital no one laughs at god in a war No one laughs at god in a hospital no one laughs at god in a war no one laughs at god when their starving or frozen or so very poor so preparing for the fall Youre still gonna hit the pavement Well I grew up broke as hell And every day I fuckin hated it Berated for having dingy old holey clothes We got help from the church as needed but the old Holy Ghost Made mom more manic in her delusional panic Thinking she was haunted by demons cuz the angels told her so and this always led to a trip to Provo Mental hospital so excuse me if I'm hostile religions peddle the unseen to those that can't see And those that see things are left living nightmares with those themes. It's obscene. See and Mom was wise her eyes just lied between real life and imaginary Mom I miss you so badly And I'm sad you can't be here today But it's okay YOUR MEMORY pads me Helps me to question all THINGS AS THEY HAPPEN And when the world gets crazy I just picture you laughing no one laughs at god when the airplane starts to uncontrollably shake no ones laughing at god when they see the one the love hand in hand with someone else and they hold to their mistake no one laughs at god when the cops knock on their door and say "we've got some bad news sir" no ones laughing at god when there's a famine fire or flood but god can be funny At a cocktail party when listening to a good God-themed joke, or Or when the crazies say He hates us And they get so red in the head you think they're 'bout to choke God can be funny When told he'll give you money if you just pray the right way And when presented like a genie who does magic like Houdini Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus God can be so hilarious

[Intro/Hook] Hello, I love you (what do you think you're doing) My cat can eat a whole Watermelon (Just what do you think you're doing) I love your Shoes (What do you think you're doing) My cat can eat a whole Watermelon (Just what do you think you're doing) [Verse 1] Watched an obese man wash his hands With so much vigor you'd think his plan Was dropin weight by mashing his heavy wet hands together Or maybe this bulbous dude just thinks that germs'll be the death of him slip in his blood they'll squirm and swim and thats fucking Disgusting to him Hands dry waddles out side Slumps down in his truck and gobbles 2 large fries, 3 burgers, and a diet coke must have been Super sized I'm not surprised your stressed out and stretched out 40-hour work week digging a hole And you're too deep to dig out [Hook] Hello, I love you (what do you think you're doing) My cat can eat a whole Watermelon (Just what do you think you're doing) I love your Shoes (What do you think you're doing) My cat can eat a whole Watermelon (Just what do you think you're doing) You're a king, I love you. (what do you think you're doing) My cat can eat a whole Watermelon (Just what do you think you're doing) I love your Shoes (What do you think you're doing) My cat can eat a whole Watermelon (Just what do you think you're doing) [Verse 2] No shovel buddy, sorry cupping soil getting muddy Fuckers flaunt their fun and food and drink and lounge and hold their tummies Doubled over now their laughing at your frustration, fuck it! I'd give an arm and a leg to know chicken or egg: You lean in - then and ask want a nugget? So walk in the club: coat check Czech Republic, Slovakia you probably shouldn't drive tonight you've had too many vodka Redbulls and your head goes back and forth as you down em The divorce rate has led all these horses to water and it looks like we're trying to drown them. Beat is bumping slumping over standing up against a wall Seems the dry humping drink in hand has bled into the hall People round you grooving sweating smoothness no concern at all alcohol culls out the carnal so half these asses will give it their all Some augment their bodies so they can cover up naughty- bits with more legit tidbits of flare and go out and party Hardy har they cultivate a field of physicality Then complain for days about people who praise their 'T's and their 'A's Not their personality [Hook 1x] [Verse 3] We hex and vex the opposite sex for sending mixed signals It's hard of face rejection from something that looks so good when it wiggles Low caliber men want ala carte tail no heart can't really lie They want the nasty, the gritty, the giggidy giggidy But don't wanna end up a family guy So step into play Something clever to say you saw Last night online Wine stain on her teeth ten scents on her breathe yep: she's no dime It's fine with you you're looking to screw and you've got a drink and she's drinking one two and now the best part of the evening we're to No not the sex, her rejecting you. [Hook 1x]

Made it to Portland got support now but I'm courtin my misery Anywhere I go these days i pull my new mistress with me All she does is nag me though and I'm not just being witty It's time my love affair with Hip Hop dies out Or gets more blistery Remembering the days back in my middle school I was the scrawny impoverished kid trying to fit in And get through the turmultuous waves preteen interactions brew Until the days when I could finally look past them fluid in the lungs Coughing hackin call that pneumonia Need a pack-a -smokes once welfare comes I'll pay back what I owe ya Mom could hustle between puffs she was a classy chain smoker It's easy to see in poverty all these vices they go for And the prizes they go for ignore the price that they go for Wanna look nice then swipe some shoes or try at the clothes store and I've a quote for MCs with a chip on their shoulder come at me its fine if you've got the spine like a Manila folder it won't work I told her I'm the speaker they call on Skills of persuasion kill my foes by giving em a sword they can fall on Fake friends break character: jimmy Fallon they're stressed these days and need to chase their shakes and shots with a Valium Oh now you need him? Too bad I'm busy Trying to save my ever waning inner child Walt Disney I'm no hero though this ain't a fairy tale and its no mystery Just putting fires out on bridges out so that when I die out somebody will miss me The system only lives if you and I choose to feed it You're asking for permission that you've never really needed History is prophecy if lessons go unheeded Our ancestors misfortune is than bound to repeated And those that choose to walk will shape the world of those still seated The walkers walking now will walk till everything's depleted Unlock your jaws there's countless flaws excercise your freedoms Open your minds or at least start prying It's all on the line we need them Let's move past this baseless shit we all grew up believing it isn't a game and I ain't playing I see the bully's cheating The sand drawn line these fools define belongs in a museum Whichever side you pick you die Over taking lives lets keep them It all has value every moment This isn't a fucking speed test If we don't stand for good and own it We'll become the things we detest Enlightened minds will gleam and shine when inclines are the steepest And Ghandi said to make a change you don't just say it ...Be it