Rap Game Rustin Cohle AKA Carcosa

Lemme develop a hell of a Skeleton
It's irrelevant, I'm a pelican
Drop your baby on your porch at eleven
An elephant in the room
Painted pink and meltin'
Like Salvador Dali and Banksy got together
And meddled with your mind
I'm the kind that rhymes with Sci-Fi
A child of the mind, Aligned like Wi-Fi
Androgyny is fine, combined like I'm thai
Now I'm flyin' down 101
Intertwined with lime skies
Its the Rap Game Rustin Cohle in this bitch
Just a regular guy, with a big ass dick
Lemme sprinkle some satire within
This maze of Carcosa
I wasn't jokin' I do daddy shit
Hand me a memosa
Witches are attracted to me
Yeah I'm on the faculty
Of crazy school, cackling
Rehabbing raps that atrophied
Catastrophe at a glance, random
Acts of passion, we
Are runnin' out of time, too
Much to say I'm rappin', breathe
Thats not an option
Walkin' one foot out the coffin'
I have been the sloth too often
Meme's can't talk to me, i'm not them
I dropped collective consciousness
I've got alot to process
Now to make up for the loss
When my thoughts are mine I'll stop
Till then, here's my subconscious
It's botttled up for you to drink
And who would think that we could do
So much through a computer screen
I am bleeding beautifully, all over
This Blue to you, for me I do this
You I need to have someone to do it 2, 3, 4
5 i have never felt so alive
I saw a guy die, drown in his own blood
In a flood of horror
That was sent from above
I think like Al Pacino
Speaks in Devil's Advocate
If you have an ounce of Self left
Well I suggest you salvage it
Goin' nowhere fast and we
Can't afford the tickets
A stow-away in a pill of
Molly tryin' to get lifted
So swallow me, Rape, Stalk, Kill
Or just follow me
But you'll never get inside my head 'cuz
I'm no longer the hollow me
Razor blades in candy
It's not even Halloween
And that's a metaphor for the women I've met
18 (6+6+6)
A-team, equipped with a mating
Call like "Hey Eve
Would you be my play thing?"
Waiting for that ghost in a black cloak
Who killed your Knight in shining armor
And stole from your last hopes
I know you gotta break first to love right
I could break you if you like
But you'll hate me your whole life
I could also fuck your wife from behind
In the ass
Just to help her put the Kabosh on
You and leave it in the past
Sorry Marty, yeah, Life is a party
But you gotta throw it and clean
Up the mess when it's over
All alone hungover, hatin' to be sober
A loner
Wishin' she would just come over and hold ya
But she won't