Loose Laced Video (MV)

Going down a dodgy path I choose, staring back at obstacles
My shoes loose laced, oiling my head's loose screws
This is my place and I came from the trenches, maintained an egocentric mental
Guess you've gotta where I'm from, hardwired to my motherboard
I'm the soldier lord, my solid bars robust to yours, I bust like intercourse
Sin a lot with an 8 inch cock, been around like you thots
Stingy sound syringe music, spurring into murder
I get off to a bunch of stuff that I shouldn't in the world of love
Statutory intermit objects, sentimental to my split profits
You ain't ever seen my projects (too blind for the nonsense)
Closed mind but I say it's open, stove time yeah f*cking stoners
Disregard on that last line I don't sense hopelessness
Staring at the rain, underneath the tin, in the backyard shooting up a grin
Not on drugs, and they're not in me, still tie knots perfectly
Shooting through the back hallways, mist of broken wood doorways
Extra trench coats 'cause I'm always on the go nowadays
Nowadays I'm a wayward, and past that
Spitting like a semi-automatic weapon as a lab rat, unprescribed Xanax
Dismantling a mantle piece for mental peace
Venting with my pen, blindly gluing truth ink to the stench of my diary
Landing on you f*cks like a bomb, Sedan 1.9.6.2
Stop for a moment as I push abuse and spew
Chewing 'till it's gone and I choose to be wayward
They say it's no good, with an empty bottle's blood churning in my liquid stomach
Love the shattered picture frames sitting on the floor with torn photographs.
Looking at 'em awkwardly 'cause I feel mad in my own house
Brawl, often capped, stomped and laughed at
Sit in muttered silence, this utterly laid back for the voice that trash talks
Bulletproof