Dancing with Words...Blap

"Listening to Dance with the Devil,
Wondering if i've ever been that evil,
Not sure but i cant say definitely,
But a guilty conscience might be haunting me,
Coz i havent felt calm nor slept quietly,
So i'm thinking something might be wrong,
Thinking about smoking a motherfucking bong,
Hitting me up with inspiration,
Hot boxing with no ventilation,
Brain cells heading for voluntary termination,
Hoping to reach that euphoric destination,
Giving my numb body any sensation,
Wishing to feel so desperately,
Some people just dont get my mentality,
A boy with pressure no-one can see,
Thinking about this insane reality,
Thinking that this must be my crazy destiny,
To be the strongest i can be,
Waiting for my turn to rule the world,
I'm just missing that down special girl,
Then nothing can get in my way,
Not even a motherfucking grenade,
Can slow me momentarily,
So i'm waiting for my come-back quiet and patiently,
And since no-one can deal with my intense psychology,
I'm gonna end my literal battery."

Im in the Phlowlicious Poet phase right now...