Here's my lyric's since that seems to be becoming a thing:

Face bloody from a night terror,
teeth blood red paints the image clearer,
eyes strain from the insane planes projected in my brain, clarity is purpose, so I DOSE up the lysergic,
grandma hates the curses that I inject in my verbiage, headless horseman, foot up in the stirrup,
slurred on some syrup, 3 tabs, and a molly cap of courage, roll a cone and fight the disturbance,
with my sleep so hollow, fuck all that follow, askin’ where should I go,
be you, and if that don't really do what you need it too, I guess the verdicts in, your see through,
nothin gets me talkin shit like a havoc beat do,
a great man once said there ain't a half way crook,
written in killer mikes anarchist cookbook,
got you shuttering', shook, ain't a good look, so I’m inhaling entrails of legendary,
deadite feeding on souls, kills if necessary, never short on thrills or an adversary,
Fuck your battle raps consider this hatchet buried