Permeate / No Cilantro

Misconceptions discombobulate, the weak minded;
just somethin' that I've noticed on my quest, open'ya eyelids;
nigga say wit'cha chest, and don't deny it;
like'ya father did you, signed'ya birth certificate in pencil; then dismissed you,
mother's smokin' crystal; METH!, reason why'ya baby sister's deaf;
life's rancid like'da babysitter's breath,
touched you while you slept; put her left breast on'ya neck,
not in the job description; underage sex, and prescriptions of penicillin;
aim the hatred at the children of the villain, can't kill'em;
so just line'em up and lead'em, to that buildin' filled wit' demons;
and watch'em exhale exhilaration, adrenaline's depleted;
uncontrollable bleedin',
that beatin' was well-needed; and that pamphlet on them STD's,
I know she didn't read it; too busy pullin' the string,
on that Herman named Pee-Wee;
ate a hermit crab, and now her breath be smellin' like that seaweed;
cantaloupe avocado, and kiwi;
push the throttle, and resume your screamin';
like the Vice model, who just did a line'a pipe cleaner;
anti-deep thinker, just a day-and-pipe-dreamer;
thoughts wander, like inebriated vagabonds;
who live in cardboard shacks wit' dogs,
crackpipes named Cletus;
and two headless Barbie dolls,
named Ratchet Bitch and Revis;
that nigga just ate whole bible; and now he think he Jesus