Ghoul School: ghoul school shitty job working payin' my bills spare time spent joking, jakin' my grills I can shoot up a school, in a life Touch fashion I'm sick of waiting around just to perform my passion money is an issue, and it would make me happy it's funny how not affording school can be so crappy in the 2nd grade I was bummed because of book work now I”m blasting holes in the bank booking brooks world 35 large and I'm halfway there I would put myself in debt, but the bank wouldn't dare I've considered selling drugs to all the stones and jointers I'm so desperate to go to school I'm asking Martin Hines for Pointers If passion was money, the I'd be Tony Stark, But I'm broker than the Goonies and my future's looking dark Maybe i'll have better luck in about a thousand years I'll freeze myself cryo and futurama all my fears If something's gonna happen it needs to happen now, but how can I pull my head out the ground in this sleepy town I won't get too far shifting gears in this shitty car overweight skinny and my hardcore eyebrow scar I only write in pen so I can see my mistakes looking back on this verse lots of scribbles on this page Raps on raps on poems man more rhymes than the raven All I need's a budget man I'll be makin movies like Wes Craven You do voodoo I can match it easy these rhymes should be illegal lock me up like lil' weezy poking pinholes in my logic, that can't be done I'm the highest of the highlanders there can be only one. The skinny on the skinny but I'm living life large, Supersize a brotha man, stop motion large marge I'm fuckin' blowin' up Sex Doll So Antoine Dodson, Tell 'em all More skills than the hair on a chemotherapy patient oh shit he knows stare at me face it. If you can't keep up with the rhymes start breathin' I'm a heathen of the times it's steep but I keep grievin' I'm good at what I'm good at run and tell that the hood that raised his hood rat wipes his feet off at my door mat my lol cat tell them all that it's ackbar it's a fall trap Ten years later I'm still into star wars. Still triple X still not suckin' down cold coors Still watchin' flicks, with my pumped up kicks But I've been laid a couple times if we're talkin' bout dicks I'm runnin' low in the sun an I'm funnin' guns and I'm bummin' I'm Hummin' shunnin' shannon's lost but I'm bunnin' the oven. I have changed a bit in stature and the word I'm about a foot taller and God is for the birds. I used to be Christian, but I fed that to the Lions. God made me hate myself, but now I'm fuckin' tryin' fool me once shame on you fool me twice shame on you I respect the bible, but church and I are through.

Loud Pipes I'll make your ears glisten lustin' after mad beats give me a listen I need the attention, don't give me detention I'll take the punishment I had honest intentions insomniac fat kid acting tic tac toe you can catch me at the skinny improv 10 o'clock show. I'm on the fast track to fame, the Tom Hanks expedite Fuck sleepless in Seattle man I'm sleepless every night. I'm always bustin' my ass instead of bustin' caps I'm at the bottom of the barrel, I'm beggin' for scraps it seems like everything I'm a part of is a competition how is it possible, already decomposition I haven't even lived yet I still feel like I'm a kid on the underpants of life I'm not even a skid school in the day time I'm workin' at night tryna get one of these short films or screenplays to bite Film for film joke for joke write all night broke so broke work for work choke and choke drive to thrive stroke for stroke Since I was a kid I was always makin' movies watchin' caddyshack with my dad the first time I saw boobies This rappin' shit's a hobby man I gotta stay busy bringing out the dead man like martin scorsese the only thing I've got to my name is my dslr my bed my headset my computer my car but that's all I need 'cuz I got my brain wrap like admiral ackbar I'm not fallin' for no trap People always askin' me why i'm makin' music I got shit to say dude and talent so I use it So what if I'm makin' it at 4am in the mornin' I'm mourning the loss of my sleep I weep and I keep goin' I my hair long, but shitty things keep comin' so I pop in my hear buds crank it I'm hummin' all I want in life is to have a little fun make a movie and an album I can say that I have won keep truckin' till you make if you don't then it'll beat ya but when I win that oscar I'll relax and order pizza A few things I like, I should get off my chest I like flannel and anime, cowboy bebop's the best I wear shorts year round and flip flops too if I had to wear pants I wouldn't know what to do The bad news is is that I'm broke as shit just give me a budget I'll show you what I can do with it HOOK

I'm your final fantasy A film nerd prodigy. Oh, you're not impressed? Dude you outta be. Ginger to the ale, Lynn to the Hale Video to audio bro I do it well. Arden Ultimecia, but I really beat her. Warm film grain, 35 millimeter. But you know I'm busy man, and I gotta split. yeah my flow is busy man, shut up and deal with it. Back to back MEPS, that's four in a row. I'm fucking love pizza, keep it on the down low. JPMorgan, I'm running from the Chase. Test taste, the base race, I shove it in my face. Logitech, the tech deck, a mech wreck, wasted. Star trek, a beck check, what the heck? Wasted. Try to bag it up, but interpol checks it. Try to slag it up, but it's not cool, Nexus. Hey what's up? How's it going? Me? I'm good, thank you for asking! I'm doing so good, I haven't even tried. Laundry schizophrenic, Dr. Jeckyl Mr. Tide Whitest whites, man that's racist. For colored's only? Man, let's change this. If I ever play a show you better get your hands up Spittin lyrics like a boss they call me tony stanza Almost payday I'm only eating rice Literary cyborg, poetic device. When I was a little kid jealous of my father's beard but now I'm wookie faced, jealous of the sheared. Inside job 9-11, Bush did it for the show. Watch Loose Change, they need to know. It's nice to meet you, this has been fun. I'm glad you've chosen me, like Jet Li's the One Blowin' up like a sex doll, call me the bomb listen to my music at brainwrap.bandcamp.com

I hold the wheel and drive. I'm skippin' on the wine. I'll take a ginger ale to go because I'm off the line. Straight as an arrow, Edge like a cliff. I'm finding peace in clarity while you're tokin' a spliff. Nothin' wrong with that, do what you do man. Fuck it, bomb it, light the streets up with a spray can. Pumped like kicks, foster like the people. Creepy like a pasta, stingin' like a weevil. I'm finding poetry in simplicity now listen. I'm packing passion into my personality piston. Bend like Bender Rock like Fender Fuck like Freddie Suck like Hinder You've driven me before, you've chilled me to the core north vs south american civil war My candy's rare, like cinnebar island Pick me up by the scruff, I'm ruff like a diamond Started from the cul de sac. Middle Class. End at the beginning. Fuckin Crass Photoshopped people, faker than boobs. Makin' the rubes, made in test tubes. I'm realer than the pain that you get when you're chewin' glass. I want you on your knees like you're attending catholic mass. Sexism's funny, if you're goin' for shocks. Monroe money, if you're shoppin' for shocks. Bottled water bits like a Stand-up Comic. More friends than players in the London Philharmonic. The one behind the wheel, psychiatric feel. Honey shrink the kids, shit just got real. Bonesaw's ready, Randy Savage. Piss in the coffee, right of passage. Post cub-scout, Post nintendo. Post puberty, innuendo. Isold out, iPhone 5 Rollin' shotgun I'm along for the ride. 28 days later, monkeys go to heaven. Primate bloodbath, lucky number sleven. A little overweight but I'm overconfident. I'm over making fun it. It's high time you took a hint. Always into lit, I never touched a clit. To into movies, I cried over it. The other kids would laugh when told a funny joke. My mom stressed me out because she said we were broke. My dad worked the night shift, which put me off course. He'd sit around the house, or scream til he was horse. He's more fun now that he quit his shitty job, finally got his degree and spends more time with mom. Classsifieing myself, I'd say that I'm an other. The only white crayon in a box full of colors. Started at the middle now i'm here. Tarantino 4th dimension now the whole thing fucking weird.

Click it or Ticket. I'm going to jail. If I get in a wreck. I bet I won't make bail. 5 star phonebook. Yellow pages. Who's livin' at t-park? Ellen Page is! Simply Limeade. I'm simply the best. Professor Oaks Aid I'll capture the rest Don Jon my Horse Head I'm kickin' down doors. Dead in one hit. The overkill pours. Runnin' and I'm runnin' Never catchin' my breath Norm McDonald on my ass Always thinkin' 'bout death Run the jewels like Mike but I'm fatty like I'm Killuh No joke man, I'd be dead if I was Iller. Childlike in nature, but I'm becoming adult Jamestown the track like I'm runnin' a cult. Skip the kool-aid, I don't need no help 5 star service check a review on yelp! I've got the game beet like my name's Dwight Schrute With the gun in my mouth I'm wishin' it would just shoot. But it won't, 'cuz I've got a life to live. Livin' larger than my waistband is. Which is pretty fuckin' big. I should probably cut back. But with that attitude, hang my mic on the rack. White knuckle fist clenchin' Knife slicin' is tension I may not be single but i'm way more individual critical like the hits of gyrados let's ridicule This fool keeps makin' references to video games. Listen to this track man that's where from it came You're using words wrong and they're not even working Swag means booty and booty means twerking I like the way it looks, man, not gonna lie. Miley keep it comin', robin thicke just die. I'm all aces out, got a skip in my step I'm poppin' champagne, but I ain't win yet. I'm on the way though, canon on my hip. Packin' my bags, cross country trip. No problem livin' broke wrap ya tire 'round the spokes Said goodbye to my folks Crop circles no hoax blokes step poke rep Jump kick the Kick step Don't shart my pic's cart Good start my dick's hard fire in the place, I'm blockin' the exits Smoke a fatty with Jesus when he starts to exist In the bible belt, it's all geographic. one in a million ya see me holographic. Nothing ventured nothing gained, Doing nothing is easy. Suckin' on a silver spoon Talk about sleezy. Start from the bottom, Drizzy knows the story. I don't know him, but he'd probably adore me. In ya ear like wig, But please, don't shout Pull a Curt Smith let it all out! Society comes first, Don't act like you know Verse out your thoughts Ceremony, no. A little nameless now. But it ain't no trap. The refleck in the mirror? It's ya boy Brain Wrap