Jax the Ripper - Venting the Vent Lyrics

All right
What's up
I got a question for y'all
Any of you even know who the f*ck I am?
Guess not yet

I could spell it out like a vet who vents
But the vents clogged up with lots of nonsense
These thoughts are convents, conventionally, nonsensically dishonest, build on it
Well every time I add a brick
Very merry the line stands and sticks
This savage prick comes bombing quick
On his shit, "what's this a ballad, since you taunted him?"

Well f*ck that, I don't want to do this
Sufferin' suckertaz, just bomb the clueless
"But I thought you were constructing something"
But the construct in some things is useless
Like introduce, develop truth and conclude, then in the booth
Fighting the noose, death it stops you and haunts you then it has your innards scooped
This is the inner scoop, it's time for you to infer who
I am, if your stance differs an, interestingly
That won't tempt me, damn, no divergence from my plan
Sam I am, I like green eggs and ham, eat my spinach, Popeye stance
Lemme show you where the chickens stand
They around you, lock eyes fam, any amount of thinking grants
Better vision than a television, that's why I got ink in hand
I'm a head collision comin' at y'all with lead volition, granting y'all thinking caps
I think in fact, y'all are sinking fast, blinking lasts no longer than
A tic then tac, makes my mind wander around that pond sir
Take it then flick and track, the rock that is on yonder
I hope this is no longer, a skipping task
Kiss this ass, f*ck the vent, I lift it pass
What an event, singe the past
Just kidding, "that's uplifting but since you asked
Let's envision, test them limits, like Christmas Past"
What about Christmas Present or Future, "psych, dismissed class!"

I could spell it out like a vet who vents
But the vents clogged up with lots of nonsense
These thoughts are convents, conventionally, nonsensically dishonest, build on it
Well every time I add a brick
Very merry the line stands and sticks
This savage prick comes bombing quick
On his shit, "what's this a ballad, since you taunted Rip?"

Man, I'm just tryna cross things off my chest
Damn, that don't imply the cross slinks off my neck
What was my intent? Should I just toss it all as I invent?
The Ripper's appalled crossed'n'vexed, shouldn't have crossed him
As we slither in vents, now my wimper's intense, and I smell a hint of incense
My thin sense detects thy grin bent, why do you want a life sentence?
Damn, not really my best plan

Instead of slice'n'dicing, just roll the dice
Inspect the drôle excitement, what a hold, it ties
Intent eyes on the dice, f*ck me it's double eyes
We're insects, mice, to the might of life
Behold you should really TiVo my mighty pen
"He's bold, sincerely do we deem rogues of unsightly stench
To steer this piece, adhere to peace?" Well try me then
I just sigh and vent, not my fault if my sight be bent
Blocked by bright demons, mocking my light within
F*ck it, that be how I'm living
But I ain't sinking man, that ain't worth a damn
Now do you know who the f*ck I am?