* send corrections to this typist    I'm wild with a dosage  character closely cut from a fabric that's ferocious  with a misanthropes motive and a quote that drips from a slit throat  livid and sickly corroded, fuck it I'm precocious  first fraud to get soaked equals the joke that stands closest  tear the thugs up with clubs before the toast leaves their holsters  purvey the unconveyed for the age of the no hopers  and never shut the fuck up till we have a sense of closure  dissonant key, shines blind while I'm landing  well I've lost friends to death and simple misunderstandings  every breath is a zone, isolated and accident prone, christ...  maybe I'm designed to live alone  '99 will be remembered as the time that shit cluttered my dome  so in 2000 when you talk to me (blah blah blah)   just watch your fucking tone  some people think they know me 'cause they play me in their home  and lose perspective on the rules of engagement  get smacked to the pavement  if the tune bruise hard, that's my whole job fufillment  so before your suck box squawks that smart thought...try to kill  or space ghost might spit on you, we're tight like that...teammates  been through too much shit to turn away now, no debate    I'm wild with a dosage, maybe something similar   to the substances that threw some of my best friends out of focus  who holds the vein contains poppy juice, notice the same strains   that take away our pain might croak us  88, eighth grade, weighs in with a grin  smoking bones in tompkins park where all the crack heads lived  it was me and my friend jon and a bag without skins  so we emptied out a cigarette and stuffed that shit in  way before The paincave made itself known, that's what we did  like running around downtown brooklyn getting chased by the big kids  now as a man I don't run much, still have the same click  that very few people I meet in this world can measure up with  simple words can do work versus complexidus bids  plus a rhyme style without emotion isn't telling me shit  this portion of the broadcast is adjourned with a dark tint  now I've got razor blades in my throat and I don't mind it one bit  from the women I've loved down to the clubs that I've ripped  I dedicate my strange ways from in this maze that I sit    yes, ladies and gentlemen, can you escape from...drum roll please....    The paincave  The paincave  The paincave  The paincave  The paincave  The paincave  The paincave  The paincave