I’m displayed like a splinter under your wrist

by Matt Freire

I don’t promote violence but sometimes I am violent
With my words and my fists
Coming at you and slashing your wrists
Sometimes I miss
But ill be back at you with a full entourage
Of words that I spit
My vocals dismiss you and you unlawful words
You are accused I’m through
I’m an angel with devil wings
Don’t fear the man fear the words that he brings
Don’t fear the rain fear the floods that it brings
Don’t fear death fear life and how you live it
Don’t fear chicken fear the salmonella that can come of it
Ya I almost got salmonella once
It would have been awful
With the puking and pooping
But I didn’t
Decompose
Like the smell of death I’m powerful enough to curl your nose
And make you do endos and force you to for close on all the worldly things that you own
Like a blender what do you put in there
Sometimes I like to put everything
Chicken ramen noodles pears tuna clover sprouts mustard hot dogs tomatoes
Doesn’t really matter
As log as it smells good
But that doesn’t really matter
Even if it doesn’t smell good ill put it in there
I hope that doesn’t freak you out because I have a digestive system
And a immune system of a monster alligator
I can consume tin cans and crocodile and everything in the Nile
Like a boat or a child
A hippopotamus or a piranha
And that didn’t really rhyme but I could of stopped if I wanted to
But I didn’t so I’m still here inflicting fear
With my verbal tear gas
I pass by you like bums begging for cash
You don’t really want to give it to them because you know they just go get spun
Or wasted or whatever
And if you go by them food they font take it
Even if they say there are hungry
But I know they don’t want food
But if they do
Since when does the beggar choose
You’ll dig in the trash but if someone gives you a happy meal you wont take it
So on I press to a different mess
I am considering in the dark
Kicking a rack around
I think the reason why weed is so appealing
Because its like food
When you smell bacon you want bacon
You can imagine yourself tasting bacon
When you get the sent of weed you can imagine your self lit
You become lit
You feel lit

I want to create a company where you pay me to kill you
You know you’re on your deathbed and say oh I didn’t want to die like this
I don’t want to be chilling on a hospital bed when I die
I want to be trampled by elephants
So that’s where I come in
You pay me a little money
And il let an elephant stop you to death
If you are thinking about suicide
I can make it more enjoyable
And in the instance of a close call
You won’t be jailed for suicide
Because it would be a mutual life take experience
So it won’t be murder or suicide
Because it would only bee illegal if it was murder or suicide
So if you thinking about cutting your wrist
Or jumping out of a building
Talk to me and we can work through this the proper American way
Or if you just wonder what it would be like to slide in to a pencil sharpener headfirst
It just so happens we created a human sharpener
For the office folks
And say you want to be flattened out
We have steamrollers for just an occasion
And for those who want to die of natural causes
We have over 2500 life threading diseases and over
5 thousand chemicals to give you an experience
You won’t forget until you dead
A big 10 right now are anthrax

Your say you want to be victim of an animal attack
We have over 700 animals to take care of all your needs
Like are most resent ones like devoured by an army of ants
Or the majestic bath of parannas
We have a special right now on office utensils
Like being stoned with computers
Or thousands of pens and sharpened pencils
Shot out of an air gun
And you can’t forget the electrical surcut breaker
That will light up your night
And for all those combate people
We have canons missles arrows knifes hatchets almost any gun you can metion
Blow torches granades morter speats

I giving me divine intervention
Singing swimming holding cataclysm
I’m like a shot gun blasting at your children
I’m placing different paths in front of them
I’m creating
My words will let me win
So stop your freebasing
I’m lacing and chasing
And erasing your vision
Your thoughts will be changing
At least not staying

Intact as its been playing
The industry insain
Ans gets inflamed
On free meat
Like a match against the grain
I ignight
I become insain im darange like a sells man out in the rain
Want to by a tv
Probpgahndi it will feed thee
Yes it will bless thee
Be controlled and manipulated intently
For the soul pourpose
Ah you think it will let me
Shoot go make your self some nestly
Arest me and lock me away






What the last thing that enters a bugs mind befor it hits the windsheild
Its but
Im a dicted to death
Im a dick ted to killing ants
I like to press on there exoeceliton with my finger
And roll them around in between my fingers
Back and forth

Have you ever tride not to think
Every time I try it just cuases me to think
About not thinking of any thing
And the things im not thinking about
I start thinking about
So im always thinking

Im a noise maker
I make noises
I make noises just to make noises



















I’ll take a cheese greater and grade your face
And I play in the confetti of your skin that I did make
I hastily through it in a frying pan and make hash browns
Over the sounds of Marvin gay in the back ground
And I stick a fork in it and it taste ok
But with a little Tabasco souse it might taste great
So I dip it in it
And ooo
Your skin so soft so smooth
Sliding down my tubes
Your body lies on the floor
Crimson red protrudes
From your body it oozes
All over your mahogany floor
Filling the grains
Now you have a red pin striped floor
And I want some more
So I take your eyes out and I pickle them
So the next time I have tuna I can throw them in
And I called your dog
And I give him your liver
But I found out he like your face better
And I think you once told me he likes to lick your face
But you never told me he likes how it taste
And your mom comes home
And I fling your bladder like a commandos water balloon
And it splats on her dome
Pee splashes everywhere
And I take a potato peeler out and I peel off her hair
And I‘ll wheel the vacuum cleaner over and use the hose
Down her throat sucking the wind goes
Into the vacuum cleaner bag go wind go
And your girl friend comes home and I stick a fork up her noise
And surgically implanted a harmonica in her throat
And I monkey stomp her chest
And she started playing some notes
You should have called her bagpipe
Because she can hold a note
For an ample amount of time
And to carry on her musical legacy
I used her bones to make wind chimes
And hang them from your ceiling fan for everyone to see
And I tuned on the fan
And her bones I did forget to clean
And blood flings all around
And this all makes me oh so happy
So don’t mess with me now
Because your house I will clean
And ill take your dog
And duck tape him up
And I walk out your door
Because this mess someone has to clean up
So next time you
Look like your gonna spit in my food
Remember the things I will do to you


I hate people and they hate me no one talks to me and I talk to no one
I like people and people like me I talk to people and they talk to me