This document contains 3 sections of freeform text that include references to violence, death, and criminal acts. The sections are disjointed and range from descriptions of skills to interactions involving threats and murder. Overall, the document discusses illegal and unethical acts through cryptic and abstract language, making the overall meaning and context difficult to discern.

1. 1.) Rest In Peace
"TICK TICK TICK TICK TICK TICK TICK TICK..."
One and done
Done in One
Now for two
I mean you
You better run
Fore I run you

2. You trippin son?
"No."
I got the news.
"Hear me out.
It goes like this:"
The wonderful thing about niggers
A niggers a wonderful thing
Their tops are made of the rubber
Their bottoms are made of the springs
Their bouncy, trouncy, jouncy, flouncy, fun, fun, fun, fun!
I tell the truly wonderful thing about niggers is...
I'm the only one!
I'm the only one!
"Get to choose"
Live or die
Ha!
You lose.

3. Come here.
You fucked up.
Now you take it like you agreed.
"That's whats up."
"Give me the gun."
"Tell it to him, mic."
Trip On!
Trip off!
Trip on! Trip off!
The tripper!
Boom! Boom!
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
Two to the head motherfucker.
Two to the motherfucking head.
Smoke em if you got em!
2.) Skills

4. I got skills
Skills got me
Went to the doctor
Who did I see
The man in the yellow turban
The monkey in the wrench
The boy in his stockings
The right away bench
The string on the play
The pass gone away
The right passed in fright
The night passed away
I got skills
Skills got me
Went back home
Who did I see

5. The man in the hat
Taking a cat time nap
Drinking on cat nip
Smoking on that tip
Plans just came awry
But still I fly
I got skills
Skills got me
Went to the dealer
He fronted me
A very little card
With a name on the top
It said you got had
Now tell your sob
I got skills
Skills got me
What's in my way?

6. Why don't we see?
This shit, that shit, this is the real deal, driving down Old Nashville, hoping I get to sound
off at my wheel.
I've got one coming in sideways, two at the back door, more twisters than sisters could
talk back to at the front store...
What's the front store?
It's the place you go when you don't know if you can pay for what's happening.
What's going down?
It's a tornado alley hound, that’s me and I'm straight at one on which two keeps me in the
lane by wind that blew across the front of my hatchback civic spitting fumes at me
thinking, we may not see the exit I intended.
Sweet Little Ha, don’t worry, we get mended.
Just drive you little bitch let me drive you to the edge and then back down and we going
to catch the wedge, a bite of death pie served up as a nice bowed ass tie on which to
munch.
Sticks going through fence posts, hail dropping like softballs, two in uniform, standing
tall waiting for mothballs by the roadside scared out of our whit, hungry for speed I just
can’t get!
I crank my head to the left and see as fingers come twisting down in a stair like sea of
blackness swirling from up above, they dance with each other and a fifth comes to shove.

7. Four merge as one and the fifth goes south on the run, and suddenly its everywhere!
I can’t tell what it is anymore.
It’s fence and trees and bushes and seized up autos by the side of the road sliding further
off and hail that the gods come to goad my storm chasing fit with some tale- making whit
come my way, now you say?
What to do?
Do I stay and play?
Is it pin the Sweet Little Ha to one sixty or so which she can do when we really let go or
sit tight and wait what I can’t outrun, God I’m going to die now, and nobody is going to
know just how much fun this shit is fucking beautiful it’s just a big black wall of fury and
rain and frozen balls and wind, and, it’s a sin...
speaking of frozen balls, I stick the car in neutral and let her drift down, I don’t think I
can outrun her, I’m not that much of a clown.
The speedometer is running down to somewhere around five, then we get a gentle push
from our friendly windy side back up to fifty five she went with nothing on the gas, thats
an in neutral, oh my ass!
Staring in wonder if this thing has got my ass, then a bump like airplane turbulence and I
look up ahead, it’s clear in front of me, save the Grand Old Op…
exploding in air.
I think I am through the worst I will find round these parts!

8. That twister said “mister, you don’t play. You live to say you got in my way, now go on
your way and don’t be L-A-T-E!! I might change my mind…”
How many died?
Oh.
In the mornings news I find many before that very same tunnel had an expiration date
that was for some not all within minutes of me getting pushed for free from five to fifty
five in the twister – G- was that a four?
Because it shot straight up like a five if it returned that far down the tree line, that’s why
I’m still alive.
But what’s in my way skills?
Skills got me?
JAM
First I’m out, then I’m in It’s a JAM
How much rap could a jam rapper rap if a jam rapper could jam rap?
I got skills
Skill got kill

9. Kills gets me
Skills fret free
I was fifty feet in before I knew what was happening.
Seeing triple double from a prank out acid dose, I rode in.
I was in The Lincoln Tunnel.
A stolen bike my ride stolen with pride wiped free of serial numbers and repainted sky
blue oh.
Five.
Oh.
Not by my hand she rode true.
With five points in oh swivel sweet sight sore and tight oh a seat from some low riding
thug, an awkward beach cruiser bars muck on a high frame that moved her smooth.
No turning back now, just fucking MOVE!
Cars come at me with a twelve inch walk that barely holds my turns if I want to adjust.
There's no turning back, I'm in it straight through.
Half blind and scared whit less let's just get fucking through!
He's doing 80, another 85, OH.
That limo coming up at me had better not take a dive.

10. I swerved in a panic, head against the wall, soot gathering thick, not standing tall.
This is fucked!
I say to the cop just passing uselessly by.
5-0 Just ride on motherfucker, you aren’t going to die!
Three town cars later, one caught my coattails, hits my jacket up tight to my hip, and
thankfully on the accelerator before I lost my grip.
This shit is tighter than Mother Mary's pussy on the day the man died.
That's tight if you know, I don't know.
Ride!
I got a five point oh in grade school.
Make it a good one.
Nowhere to hide!
That car changes lanes and pushes the wind from whom he moved out and I'm pinned.
Can't see the end, don't want to look back, dirty filthy hands and my face is turning black!
Then I go around and it’s time for a break, a curve, a halfway point.
Round a funny sidewalk which oddly enough was camp for some schmuck.
I’m not running that hard, it's only a buck!
Zip.

11. Trip.
Slip.
Dip.
Flip.
Nip.
Tuck and run.
Wandering and wondering in a wonderful cry , clueless as to if patrol's “jelly
jelly!”s’going to send one more by.
Nothing they can do until it's over, as I fry.
A very careful thrill but I can't live here, move on.
I picture my fall and wonder how fast that Mercedes will kill me as he moves through my
ass.
You don't fucking move, you going to freeze up.
Create a closed off scene like a sick little pup.
I don't care, I just ride, I'm tripping and spinning and fucked up beyond belief
Yeah I be frying so hard.
I'm seeing trailers in the headlights afar, the dust cloud is choking me free from the walls
with God knows what inside of their jaws.

12. Some fucking closed gateway like all of them in my past, probably dead end.
Camera's galore, It's visible they'll send.
Now I'm nervous.
How hard is THAT going be?!
"How the fuck do I know?! Let me go free!"
Stop looking for the end and hug the motherfucking brick, it makes them feel safe and
not stopping to stick and stall, If some fucking blind grandmother who shouldn't at all not
be driving, not prudent, causes a ten car pileup it's not going to matter if I'm fucking still
alive!
It's sick fucking fun at this motherfucking point, I made it this far, I need a victory joint.
There's a light, it's ahead, its’ definitely far.
I'm pissed off and tired and hoping this tar that’s coating my body causes some toxic
haze.
I hope I never get to do this again, one of these days!
It isn’t hard like their passing in victory laps saying Holy SHIT!
That's a rider, and he's almost passed!
I'm black as death and covered in soot, afraid my breath will cause my foot to stutter and
stagger and swerve at the end.
Zip, dip, flip, trip, slip, grip, rip, and fuck, stick it in the air.

13. At this point if they stop me, I have no way to send myself home, not that I have one son.
Unbelievable shit, please leave me alone.
How do I end up in this shit?
I'm not fully grown, UP yeah, or PEAKED yet that will be fun!
Tell the 5-0 "I'm thrilled, nice to meet you and nice fucking gun."
But I'm tripped out and stupid and that might not be fun.
Ride on motherfucker, you don't look like a jerk.
How many can say on this very day that THEY took this ride, not many I PRAY!
Then it's over, a release, a wide swatch of grass.
Rolling like a dog to relieve my ass.
The grass is black, but I am intact.
Sweet Jesus, look where you're going you dumb fucking ass!
There is one way in.
There is one way out.
Do it again for fun?
I BET YOU, NOT!
I'm not that stupid.

14. But I just rode hot.
Through The Lincoln Tunnel baby, I made it, FREE AND ALIVE!
I don't know why, but they left me alone.
As naked and vulnerable as I was, there was no charge filed and no disturbance caused.
The things that passed, us and them, we all stayed alive, OZENOZ and Them and me and
hey, trip on tripper!
Just know
It wasn't my time to go
In through the outdoor
Or out through the indoor
I got kills
Kills got me
Make me dead and set me free
Make me dead and set me free
Make me dead and set me free
Make me dead and set me free
If curiosity will kill this cat nine times in a row, I am still dead, but yet I flow
I got skills

15. Skills got me
Went to the doctor
Who did I see
The man in the yellow cheese head brat’s that
The monkey in the wrench
The boy in his stockings
The right away bench
The string on the play
The pass gone away
The right passed in fright
The night passed away
I got skills
Skills got me
Went back home
Who did I see
The man in the hat
Taking a cat time nap

16. Drinking on cat nip
Smoking on that tip
Plans just came awry
But still I fly
I got skills
Skill got me
Went to the dealer
He fronted me
A very little card
With a name on the top
It said you got had
Now tell your sob
I got skills
Skills got me
I got kills
Kills got me
Odds are from two to the head from chasing skills you wind up dead

17. Just No one
Just Know ONE
TWO TO THE HEAD!
One For two.
Two to the head!
3.)Hood Rat
Two to the head.
You do it to yourself, you do.
And that’s why it really hurts.
Light them up, put them out.
Down in front.
Not and down and out.
Just get them off the stage, fright, slow.
I haven’t got the chemicals to do their show.
Romance is no dance, and slow, pants I’m off.

18. Like a prom dress, like a Tom’s stress when he turns his and head and coughs.
Nervous and throaty like a long winded bitch.
I might end up face down somewhere in a ditch.
I’ve been awake for 67 hours with nothing in you, that I didn’t do wrong for a few more
than I cue up on the table, with my stick and I’m able.
Drop the kids off at the pool under the table, and hope for the best that their young and
stable.
Unlike me and both of them are all too free.
Do you really?
I hope so Lee leave.
Because I don’t have a G.
I bailed them all out.
Rats.
Me.
Paid for, not free.
I didn’t know that I was that far gone.
That my dear cop, was not a John.
Flush, royal, automatic, up the ass.

19. The End is near.
OZENOZ: KNOW.
If you have to blow, don’t it all you.
Just blow and go.
And hope the snow isn’t snotty and flow
Jo El it’s a real tissue hell in that
Brain, rearrange, disembody, taste pain, same fame for tame lame distrust
Bust thrust just crust the must dust for a gust of husk on corn frost dew
Here’s to me fucking you
What I wouldn’t do
I will sue for the blue
Balls at the pool, balls fucking rule, balls they can tool If you have balls, game the fool
Play the lick, the dick the stick picked for the tricky , fidgety, Fridgedaire bitch in me
who isn’t she who is picking he for tricks for free
Silly faggot, dicks are for chicks
I got wood and several other tricks.
Rabbit you running
Cause I am a coming

20. Got the long ball down
And the clean balls wound
On his middle wood found
Golfing isn’t what it sounds
Wit you bit you, can I babysit you, this shit few can get dew for do too and zoo poop
He’s an animal you
Just keep me in check
I’ll kill him with flow
And two the head.
What’s coming instead?
American pie and bread apple pie for Ted Kennedy’s sly sloe gin and head In the back, in
the front, in the car, on the punt, in the snow, in the plane, his family’s insane
Just kill them all not.
They’ll do it all as taught.
ASKING FOR IT?
Am I?
Are you?
Is he?

21. Can we?
Get free?
For wee?
Have tea?
And see?
Its mushrooming politics, turning it black, it’s black and white all over, and cruisers you
can whack
Kill a cop, make a plea, down a shot, didn’t he?
Was a kid, all for free… had it all… thought it key.
Trey’s from where you are dead.
Was it one, two, or three?
Name them all, and win a trip to the Keys.
I’m in, on, and all about, my jeopardy money, give the kid some fucking clout.
Too many go dead.
Jerry rolls on Dead over underground it’s rude, and Dream’s mushrooming for too.
Black and white and red all over, it bloody homicide.
It’s a Democrat’s war, but take’s it all in time.
It’s not there, you can’t see it, didn’t do I did.

22. I didn’t whack it, or sack him, like he did, that kid.
No, not kidding they're all there… two timing genocide.
But fuck her over and lose her, and what’s left of your pride.
That’s what killed them
They don’t eat
Don’t sleep
Wipe the dirt off another one’s feet
Starve their brother to be well fed
Wipe the dirt off another one’s bread
They don’t scurry
Two to the head
When something bigger comes their way
And one to the brain
Don’t pack themselves together and run as one
You my friend, have to work on your aim
Don’t shit where there not supposed to
Rats… rats… rats… rats… rats…rats…rats….rats…rats…rats….rats…rats

23. They're the rats
Seasoned fat cats
See the piggy go down in a row
White collared snitches with bitches in tow
Rats their the rats
Fat cats all to go
Revolution isn’t the plague
But their carry it you
They don’t scurry
Two to the head
When something bigger comes their way
And one to the brain
Don’t pack themselves together and run as one
You my friend, have got to work on your aim
Don’t shit where there not supposed to
Rats… rats… rats… rats… rats…rats…rats….rats…rats…rats….rats…
That’s why there all dead.

24. Two to the head!
4.) The Saint
Long blank spaces on the line
Just before she arrives in time
Photos taken
And memories breaking messages that just don’t seem to get through
And others in order out of the fold to cover the cold
The sold
The old fools gold
The saint
She be she was too true
Could be by that she admitted every time
And if I knew then what I know now
You I’d say buried both of them In a suicide tomb
Misdirected to say the least
Call waiting clicks on every beep

25. My EZ Tip calculator says your two cents
Give a rate
And come to your sense
EZ Tip two
Never call it a dub
Play it and own the guest with a shove
Hard drive erasure night after night
From a remote desktop gave me a fright
But not of my saint
She isn’t that quaint
How bout the phone gets wiped from pokes
In the chin to my news anchor daddy
And to give you a grin
Put Obama and your director up on her top
The desktop- was wiped the store front
A mop
Where is the love

26. Right here not for you
But thanks for the prep
For this little tune
My saint, she accepts it
But she’s just one coming from Us and us
No man on the run
You meddled and said old things unkind
To no worthy purpose except this
Rewind
KYW
News time
Won’t put me in truce
I know a dirty
I know a dirty agent
The saint could peruse
Does it burn you
Does that hurt

27. Does that pump action gauge shotgun get one on the tee
Or your sick threesome and a new
Backup assistance for me
Call your new numbers for me
Called Mom and Dad and told them The Departed just got their thrill
Rats I’m prepared
Not spent or ill
Aired.
Thanks to the saint who made it true.
Me.
And not you.
Maybe I got soft and you’re trying to make me hard
Maybe you think I’m gay and this faggit should spawn
Maybe you’re having too many periods all in a row
But your ellipsis eclipses my desolation row
At the moment I’m having fun
So let me see

28. Put it all down in time
With a twenty two seized
On gracias
Your out of line and I’m going to make sure they know it
Then I’ll party line and tell them to stow it
I’m a saint to you
You’re the saint turning blue
You need backup assistance with new numbers
You ask
I’m the saint
Don’t forget it or they forget you
Pleased to thank you
Unwarranted to testify
Killer thriller waiting in the woodlands to do more than bite my ear off
For a facial, a pedicure, a massage
Four scores and twelve years since IT made me go To Mentally Ill Anonymous dot A-I-M
yo Til we see no more I have to go for whom
Your out of line and

29. I’m going to
Make sure they know it
Then I’ll party line and tell them to stow it
I’m a saint to you you’re the saint turning blue
You need backup assistance with new numbers
You ask I’m the saint
Don’t forget it or they forget you
This is the end
My only friend
The end
Good for me and good for you
Good for us and them and you know who.
I HOPE.
5.) The Missing Peace
I’m in without one and on without in

30. So I’ll write a new one, for the album for fun, it’s time on the run and gigs in the sky And
takes a bigger piece of the American pie I took just one under the sun but…It’s a sin, so
listen up hon, I’m as and us as in as an is and is and was cause oz is isn’t an ass in ass as
in he’s just your cuz cause he ain’t a was cause, because of the wonderful things he does
it’s a wiz wiz zing wicked ticket dick it way way over the top to the land of us and us its
not. Us and us and Eminem and after all, we’re only ordinary men. You only get one shot,
he gets ten…billion.
The alcohol of shame finalizes my deal once again.
I’m sterilized, cauterized, no fucking prize, they all surmise so off to the funny farm to
my surprise.R.N.’s in mini’s and coping with my own fuck dynasty, I mean fuck
fantasies, I mean Duck Dynasty Final Fantasy Freedom for Fuck Faces against Faggots at
the Fillmore East the following fucking Thursday didn’t free the forensic freeloaders
faking orgasms with their produce and fingering four eyed floozies for the foraging of
their foot odor before I got another food order.But, I lie to everyone, everywhere, every
day, in every way, whatever the pay, because I can’t say that truth will get me play and
stay to shave and by the bay gay radar good god I need to get better gay there not to
mention a new car I have none so far flying under the limbo bar fly by night kind of
lifestyle I live.My life is like a fifty/ fifty, fifty percent dog day dazed and confused, and
fifty percent cats in the cradle with no silver spoon. But different strokes for different
folks, I get no money when my Daddy croaks. Half the time I lie like a dog. I bury my
bone wherever I roam and dig in more trash than I can hone.

31. We’ve got lubed, ribbed, one rib of Adam and two for the jib, coming about, your too
twisted, take my seed and shove it, flavored, unflavored, savory wedding night tips, thrust
alone from the hips, if you do that I’ll lose my shit, you have a nice ass and at least one
tit, Hoover Dam Reservoir tipped, versions for the smaller dick, different colors, different
virus killing kinds for paranoid mothers, pleasure building, and we promise you just
that…buildings of pleasure. And if they’re not sure what kind, we’ve got a chart, for their
dick to measure. So what do you say?
But anyway. Buy today and you’ll get a free key chain lube packet eh, good for a quickie
and sure to fire up a hick eve! Nun of this, nun of that, nun of the above, nun below, nun
besides, and nun to go, nun for you and nun for me, and nun for a father to make him
happy.Life’s a bitch and then you die, so pay your taxes on the sly and always super size
the fries. The Missing Piece
Sue me who me who’s perfect, so that’s what it’s worth The Missing Piece
It’s fucking superbly super perfect and that’s bigger than her The Missing Piece
She may take up your life And most of your greed But fuck her over and lose her And
what’s left of your creed
The Missing Piece
No matter what, I’m taking the spot.
I haven’t changed my spots. When I’m on the spot, I break out in spots.
I’m all lit up, and spotty is in the passenger side asking for my fries on the side. Spotty,
this is your Captain speaking. Beam me up, spotty. Call and get Cocks today! Cocks on

32. demand! COCKS in a bundle! We love our COCKS. Cocks has the rumble. In the jungle,
no bungle, or tongue hole to save the saliva you savor sipping through straws I but say:
No offense to those cock it he cock it he cocked the COCKS the cocks has the FOX
round the clocks for all that sucks in your socks out of the docs, sipping wine in a box
with the locks and the rocks and just say no talks when she knocks out your jocks
watching like hawks cause it’s all on your FOX for watching your COCKS
motherfuckers. I’ve been too drunk to drive, too drunk to walk, too drunk to stand, too
drunk to sit, too drunk to talk, believe it or not, but too drunk to fuck?
The Missing Piece
Sue me who me who’s perfect, so that’s what it’s worth The Missing Piece
It’s fucking superbly super perfect and that’s bigger than her The Missing Piece
She may take up your life And most of your greed But fuck her over and lose her And
what’s left of your creed
It’s emitted, admitted, taken back ward, refitted, admitted the shame you acquitted me
sane to release the remitted, like an idea, this crime, give me six up! Tao, the line,
spinning faded and hated, delegated, degraded, the tainted love you created, infiltrated,
and made it easy to be what I made it, and shit I paid it the time, should have been you
killer fine, but you turn water to wine, so with this mic may I find! Yeah bitches. Us and
us I is and is a wiz for the show and this this the dis disinterested fizz who is in the biz
and is an ass for an ass and an eye for a booth, so show me where the fucking studio’s at
for truce! Us and us is barely living today. Alright I’m running overtime, over prime and
overweight.

33. Not to hate, just clean my plate. I’m all done.
Now don’t hate. Relate. Congratulate. Don’t be late on your “b” rate to berate I’ll still
delineate the delinquent goodbye…man oh man am I motherfucking high
Just to cover all my bases, on my aces, the traces of your faces stays is on my stasis and
this space isn’t free but I am so do me Later! And thank you, fuck you, good game and
good luck you and two to the fucking head bitches!
Two to the motherfucking head.
6.) We Are My Home
Home. We are my home There it will only be. This place is like a padded cell for me. It
sways to make me rock like and roll. It is not an ends to a means and it will not hold. We
are my home. Wherever it may be I know I am Daddy. There is no unlucky number. I am
forever free.**************************************************
Run around run around, take the time to run around it takes the time I’m out of bounds,
the rat fur pound is pound for pound makes me unwound so trip it zip it flip stick it light
it smoke it bite it bites it the rat fur pound is pound for pound he told it all I’m come
unwound the jig is up the sickest pup so stick em up don’t cuff for fluff it bends the end,
we gets the bends and knots the ends and takes my friends on serious tends to tends to
tends to fives to ones to twenties to spun one runaround two tuck my shoe three fuck my
flu four out the door I got to score it some more it’s all over you gore it’s all you poor out
the door in the score up the take and cut the rake just got baked half awake It’s not all

34. cake. Ah fuck it.
Two to the head!
Home. We are my home There it will only be. This place is like a padded cell for me. It
sways to make me rock like and roll. It is not an ends to a means and it will not hold. We
are my home. Wherever it may be I know I am Daddy. There is no unlucky number. I am
forever free.
Hat pulled low, too much in tow...hoping I don't get in a row. Last things first it seems
when I put the first thing last, come hell or high water I need some changes fast. The only
constant in life is change, and that's about all I've got is the small strange. At least things
can’t get any worse. Well- maybe. Scary thought. Why do I never do what I was taught? I
feel like a bear who woke up from a long winter hibernation and stuck his paw in a trap
first thing. I can’t even hobble fucking home, and I'm chained to somebody and their
grand scheme to take me home and use me as their rug. Oh well, at least I'm still alive for
now to try and live it down. I may get my freedom back, but I’m still going to be a
bloody mess. This part of my life I call- homelessness.
7.) Spike
I having been using you for quite some time now.
I have decided that these things need to come to an end

35. You don't need me to use you
And generally speaking, using is a bad way of going about things
This is the end, fair demon
The end of
The pain in my heart
The pain in my head
The pain in my mouth
The pain in my crotch
And my crotch gone south
Hell of a disease I'm catching with you
Bet you put a spin on it I never knew
There are only two times you have ever been my friend
One was the beginning
AND ONE IS THE END
In the beginning you gave me your word to do what you promised
And then told me the sickest of all
I am only your friend, though you may think you love me

36. I am going to kill you
AND YOU WON'T BE LYING AROUND ANYMORE
In the end you told me once again that you do as you promised
And that you weren't dishonest
You were just you being used by me
Through extraordinary circumstances that came to being
And so I have to say
On no given day will I ever understand your presence
Or why you choose to show up
Once the best of times
Once the worst of times
Once the beginning of times
Once the end of times
Once apoun a time
Once more it could be mine
Our time's run out
Mine is too short

37. Yours I can't say
Mine is your sport
You play the time
As if time were no objec t
You play my mind as if it's finds were your project
I'm here still somehow through all of this
You haven't fooled me, that is not amiss
And neither are you
You're right down the hall
Right over me
Right below me
Right next to me
Right inside of me
Right outside of where I mean to be
Right where you feel at home
That isn't love
You were wrong

38. And my days not so short which I couldn't tell you in this song
Once the best of times
Once the worst of times
Once the beginning of times
Once the end of times
Once apoun a time
Once more it could be mine
Our time's run out
Mine is too short
Yours I can't say
Mine is your sport
You play the time
As if time were no objec t
You play my mind as if it's finds were your project
It was good living with you
Peeking behind the window and the doors
Searching for signs of life

39. And maybe when I'm dead you'll come drip on my grave
Put more ice in my heart
And fill the writing they'll save
With it's gone
Without it's cost
With I'm gone
Without I'm cost
In you I'm gone
In me I'm cost
How much for that dog
The one the window?
Doesn't he have pretty smile
We can watch as dim go the dim go the lights
And the power goes out
Heart's not in it anymore
Is that a pounding in my head
Or a pounding at the door

40. So I ask you why
Do I ask to try
If in the chapter I just wrote
I said one thing is key, the title of this
Other people's smoke will kill me
I got an AC/DC bag full this is me and shut up
I got an ex - con come villain
With a lot of goods he can stuff
Down my throught because of you
Or maybe just for you
Your not that good
Or at least you weren't
Haven't been
Shouldn't known these things
Or the way you make me behave
So I promise you this
Now that I know you are not my friend

41. And keep me far from my lover
Not far down the bend
You're as cold as ice
And you act like it too
As if the air around here
Showed like it's true
I've got the chills
But if I put you in too much heed
I've got the sweats
But you're cold dear, indeed
You play my mind as if it's finds were your project
I'm here still somehow through all of this
You haven't fooled me, that is not amiss
And neither are you
You're right down the hall
Right over me
Right below me

42. Right next to me
Right inside of me
Right outside of where I mean to be
Right where you feel at home
That isn't love
You were wrong
And my days not so short which I couldn't tell you in this song
Once the best of times
Once the worst of times
Once the beginning of times
Once the end of times
Once apoun a time
Once more it could be mine
Our time's run out
Mine is too short
Yours I can't say
Mine is your sport

43. You play the time
As if time were no objec t
You play my mind as if it's finds were your project
It was good living with you
Peeking behind the window and the doors
Searching for signs of life
And maybe when I'm dead you'll come drip on my grave
Put more ice in my heart
And fill the writing they'll save
With it's gone
Without it's cost
With I'm gone
Without I'm cost
In you I'm gone
In me I'm cost
How much for that dog
The one the window?

44. Doesn't he have pretty smile
And We can watch as dim go the dim go the lights
And the power goes out
Heart's not in it anymore
Is that a pounding in my head
Or a pounding at the door
Go away
You're not welcome anymore
Don't ask for my hand
Not even one
In salutations
Not even
ONE
8.)Broken
Cries out in the night that it's passing him by

45. He just can't seem to find a real good reason why
Guess It's only in dreams he can take off and fly
Seems so real he can taste it he just has to try
And he says:
I have been broken
Words have been spoken
I am in hell
Please break this spell
It's the way that she left him he really can't get
He feels like the loser an untimely bet
Time together meant nothing it's really that set
Yet the truth bears a child that he still hasn't met
And he says:
I have been broken
Words have been spoken
I am in hell
Please break this spell

46. Driving down that road
Never knowing, never knowing
Where it goes
Driving down that road
Never knowing, never knowing
Where it goes
One more turn at the wheel that is still spinning round
He just knows he can fly yet his feet touch the ground
Where the music is boundless insanities found
Binds the deal, seals the tape around which it's wound
And he says:
I have been broken
Words have been spoken
I am in hell
Please break this spell
I have been broken
Words have been spoken

47. I am in hell
Please break this spell
9.)Goodbye Love
What can stand the test of time
ONly time itself
Time will tell
As time it does
Time and time again
Goodbye love
Built to last
We still hold fast
Our lovin not fade away
Where'd the time go?
Is it that time?
Time enough for love today...

48. What can stand the test of time?
ONly time itself
Time will tell
As time it does
And so I say
Goodbye love
Goodbye hearts blood sweat and tears
Goodbye lines I've heard for years
Goodbye honestly, goodbye just goodbye
That's on sale today
And I'll ask the clerks
Take two
Goodbye you
Time after time I ask myself
Where does it end?
Does it land on a shelf?
Do we make it around the bend?

49. Do people read it and cry?
Or listen as they die?
I know you did.
Goodbye hearts blood sweat and tears
Goodbye lines I've heard for years
Goodbye honestly, goodbye just goodbye
That's on sale today
And I'll ask the clerks
Take two
Goodbye you
What can stand the test of time
ONly time itself
Time will tell
As time it does
Time and time again
Goodbye love
Built to last

50. We still hold fast
Our lovin not fade away
Where'd the time go?
Is it that time?
Time enough for love today...
10.) We Are On Our Way
When you are on your way
I will know I am on my way
I have to get to you
Cause you are on my way
It can't be true, I can only love you
You are all the way
All the way is the night I will spend
On, it, up, on, to defend
Because I know
When she is on her way

51. You'll be on your way in that way
You are in your way never mine
I promise you
I am on my way
Only for you
I promise you
I am on my way only for you
I promise you
I am on my way only for you
I promise you
I am on my way only for you
If there was only one person in the world, I would want it to be you.
Your voice caresses my ears and soothes my fears, lifts my cheer and chases away tears
You are my every dream come true
Just know unto you I will always hold near
You, my dear are the light of my life, what makes my hope take flight
You give me your love and in its unceasing quality I find the joy

52. In living my life
You are the reason I go on, the words to my song and the soundtrack of my life
And I want you forever to be my wife
We are my home
May it never roam
And be always on our way
As we go on
And on...
When you are on your way I will know I am on my way I have to get to you Cause you
are on my way It can't be true, I can only love you You are all the way All the way is the
night I will spend On, it, up, on, to defend Because I know When she is on her way You'll
be on your way in that way You are in your way never mine I promise you I am on my
way Only for you.
When you are on your way I will know I am on my way I have to get to youCause you
are on my way It can't be true, I can only love you You are all the way All the way is the
night I will spend On, it, up, on, to defend Because I know When she is on her way You'll
be on your way in that way You are in your way never mine I promise you I am on my
way Only for you
One for three..

53. When you are on your way I will know I am on my way I have to get to youCause you
are on my way It can't be true, I can only love you You are all the way All the way is the
night I will spend On, it, up, on, to defend Because I know When she is on her way You'll
be on your way in that way You are in your way never mine I promise you I am on my
way Only for you
I promise you I am on my way only for you
I promise you I am on my way only for you
I promise you I am on my way only for you
Let's promise us we are on our way for all of us
One for three.
We ARE ON OUR WAY...
11.) Just kNOw
She is sick
I am sick
We are well
On the bell

54. The bell is ringing
The hell is singing
I smoke too much
May this to quit
I am no one
But yet I know one
Who knows me
I HAVENT GOT THAT EMINEM TUNE YET
When I'm an old man like you
He told it to me well
Never no cry
I remember
I sigh
One love
I know I love you because you're the first thing I think of when I wake up
One night
The last thing I think of when I go to sleep is you

55. One struggle
You dominate my waking thoughts in the between
One fight
I know I love you because the mere thought of you makes my heart light and my smile
bright
One loss
I know I love you because I can tell you anything, you're my best friend
One win
I know I love you because your hugs make me complete and I wish your kisses would
never end.
One is not a sin
I know I love you because you are the missing piece to make my soul complete.
One is me
That's how I know I love you
One are you
Until the end
One is done
One to defend

56. One, four, three
And now us too
It isn't them
It isn't me
We aren't ONE
Until you marry me
I'm sick of hearing
Myself talk to them
I'm sick of the private eyes in ZEN
Make it underground
Make it for free
I'm saying no from now on
It's ONE for me
ONE PLUS ONE MADE US ONE
ONE FOR THREE
You are the ONE FOR ME
NO ONE

57. KNOW ONE
January Babies
February Maybe's
March ON
April Showers bring May Flowers but June Bugs
July
August
September's Glow
October's
November 13 backwards to know
No two ember's GROW alone two tone
KNOW December's real ember is the one within your heart.
One for three and two to the head.
Now do it again from the start.
12.) No Dice
Friday November 13, 2014 4:12 AM PST 480 degrees Farenheight and quite a "Starry
Night"

58. Dear Marshall;
I hope I may call you by your first, as it is the last that all matters can blame if you don't
read this.
We have crossed paths, long before I crossed paths with Peter Schwartz. What a dick,
huh? That's me in me. To quote the alphabetized, long surmised sum of a prize I can't
deny (s) myself.
I am an artist, my act is called OZENOZ. Included are the lyrics to my first album, which
when you do the art and flip IT, is ONE in the middle, backwards, like you. Not. Like
me?
I hope so.
The catch phrases of choice are "Two to the head" and "One FOR(4)(E=?) three" and I
am not quite, but also an M.C. squared. Two to the head. If you're not in recovery.
Capitalized.
I am not, but I know I am. You see, we crossed paths in 2011 for the second time via
Twitter about an incident that happened at the Hilton Downtown San Francisco during
the night before what was a legendary Time Traveler's Ball. Hope it cheered your veins,
mine were dressed as a very "Dead" Jerry Garcia after handing out a dozen miracles
(tickets?!) on New Years 2003 at The Oakland Coliseum.
Aside: "I was front row. Bob was just shocked and staring at me all the time. Mickey
threw me "Die you" glances, and Phil, forced to notice, gave me the disheveled thumps as

59. well. Mr. Herring played beautifully and while proving his zen style, stared during a
number (my number state cannot remember) and checked me out the entire fourty- five
seconds. That was the last show they played as The Other Ones, they are, now and
always, "The Dead"."
Your song does it better justice. Grateful. Recovered. Dead. Both. Sorry.
Which did you do? And how many licks does it take to get to the center of that tootsie
pop? Sad. So sweet.
All I know, is they were good shows. Both of ours. You did the right thing. Sorry about
my mouth in later years. When you see me again, you can readjust it. Need bridge work
anyway. All over the album. You should. You see?
Read it and weep. I just did. In hopes of not repeating with this letter, I will leave you
with just this.
Much as your work has always been, OZENOZ: ONE IS A STATEMENT ABOUT
BEING STUCK IN THE SYSTEM, AND THE LOVE OF IT WHICH SAVES US. Your
IT.
Thanks No Advance,
Joel

60. Edward Ayers Brooks
P.S. OZENOZ AND EMINEM and after all, we're only ordinary men.
P.P.S. "OZENOZ: TWO" for "ONE": t-t-t-t-aint Drugs. Just kNOw. "ONE FOR THREE",
and "two to the head." "Goodbye Love."
13.) OZENOZ AND EMINEM
OZENOZ we say
This has been the longest discordant time
You took apart their love
All to run your line
The line is mine
The accounts should be
He said
Why must you take apart US
OZENOZ

61. It's not just ME in ME
IT IS US AND ME AND THEM AND HE
I AM BEING GROOMED IN THE MANNER OF MEN
LET IN ON THE MOST WIDELY KNOWN SECRET
US, US, US, US, US, US, AND THEM, THEM, THEM, THEM , THEM
AND AFTER ALL...
WE'RE ONLY...
It's like when I was young
All the doors opened
And all of the unsung
That man with the gun
Hit it online and inline
They said listen listen up son
The rooms here cause I made it
Step out
We'll create it
One spun on on the run

62. Fatigued to the boot
Be my soldier
You hater
Just join in the group
UBK IBK ABK
It's U
ME
US
THEM
SHE say he delay I see J
No up 2 M E
He could she take our we
Be OZENOZ free from the ABC
123
45
678910
11

63. 12
BIZ KITS
OZ Easy on never off wasn't ME
Cause you see
OZENOZ and IS and WAS and WILL and CAUSE
ZEN in THEM and say
There is no US to win over THEM they just END
Who do you ASK?
Who do you see?
Who can answer
Just ME I say ME in ME
To US and US and EMINEM and THEM you see
It isn't just US
It's all about PEACE
And resting in light
Spots and stage fright
SIDS DEAD BABIES CAN TAKE CARE OF THEMSELVES

64. And all who is THEM
U and ME IN Me go to hell
Two to the head
And pieces of pie
One for three
And baby who Sai
God I am not
Satan proposed
Splintered sunlight in quivers
Goodbye love abode
Til death do us part
Or perhaps til I quit
The Euro gone down
The my owe gone wild
DOWN, DOWN, DOWN, DOWN, DOWN, DOWN, DOWN, DOWN AND
"yo, i'M OUT!"
AND OUT, OUT, OUT, OUT, OUT, OUT, OUT, OUT

65. IT CAN'T BE helped
But there's a...
Alone when we're young
We all step up to file
Out through the indoor
And in through the wild
We don't need no dedication
Just talent, and time
And time enough to love
Staying home to sing and sign and watch our reign
As if it comes from THEM above
No trace, distaste
Foul haste
Lain to waste
Did you pick up the gun?
With the magazine son?
One, two, three shoot for

66. Rock, Rap, and God business your fun
Contract?
Killer!
That's US AND THEM AND THE FIGHT FOR THE ZEN IN IT ALL
The space between
What is taken
Not mine
Or D fragmented in my disk
Is enough to tell me to cease and desist
With waiting and debating
Hating and creating
Nothing but an illusory rap
Spit it out homeboy
OZENOZ good on the map
Forward he cried, from the rear and the front
Like
"I don't know if I can act, but I'm gonna try"

67. DIE...
General sacked
And the lines of the pact
Loose inside blue skies
Black...black...black...black...black....black...black...black...
"BLACK"
And NYPD Blue
It's all over
Rats
Lock me up again
I'm thoroughly put it past this time through
IT DON'T COME FOR FREE
IT IS AHH ZEN AHH ZEN AHH ZEN AHH ZEN
Oh hell, IT S JUST ME...
LET'S GO, HONEY...
JUST DANK A
B.C. DEF G

68. "HI J"
K
EL EMINEM N-O
P'S AND Q'S
R'S T-U
VW GIRL
XYZ
LOVE
FREE
ONE FOR ME
TWO?
NEXT TIME.
SEE?
Perhaps US and Them
Was never just us
It was just me
Just Know

69. Just No
On we just go
We just go on...
And on
on...on...on...
"...and I am not frightened of dying, anytime will do. Why should I be frightened of
dying? There's no reason for it. You've got to go sometime..."
The road is only long as it is long...