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Mad? Mad​?​! Mad!

by Mantis The Miasma

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Verse 1:
I'm so cold that I sell isolation to bipolar kids
In a cell made from experience, not one T-mobile did
Life is a simulation of Lincoln's assassination
Distracted by theatrics from all these actors and their hatred
Batty dead prez's, I'm Lee Harvey Oswald Cobblepot
Adderall ethic when I'm working but I've never popped
Antidepressants, only method to keep my head on
Presence of peasants on my chopping block, their head is off
No queen of hearts, just guillotine, the hatter's mad as ever
Caterpillar hash, turn to ash and feel better
I twiddle thumbs while tweedle dee and dum speak of an eggman
Wonder how girls wall responds once i send her that eggplant
Not oasis, explanation for my thoughts mirages
Jabberwockys haunt me so I contemplate this nonsense
Found the looking glass is the only honest oculus
Absurdity is often in dreams of tendentious populants

Hook 1:
Ask me "are you mad?!" Yeah you're goddamn right
Y'all be looking mad 'cause I rap this tight
Writings on my pad, boy that's how I write
I don't mean a paper, mean my walls ain't white
Ask me "are you mad?!" Yeah you're goddamn right
Y'all be looking mad 'cause I rap this tight
Got a straightjacket so that we can't fight
Let me get this bitch off, then I'm knocking out your lights

Verse 2:
Ain't got no motherfucking home
No messages on my fucking phone
Not Baldur, but i'm shining bright
Chrome to my dome, head is getting light
That gas tank leaking, start a fire
I lost my motherfucking drive
I'm stumbling over like I'm tired
Jesus take over or I'll die
Zeus, Satan, Pagan gods they combine
Into one crazy miasmatic mind
Phil Collins, feel it in the air tonight
Its the night air from the ones that died
Black Death, cholera, made 'em all
Plague in my DNA, like God
The apple made the rib feel so alive
Is this genesis or is this genocide?

Hook 2:
Ask me "are you mad?!" Yeah you're goddamn right
Y'all be looking mad 'cause I rap this tight
Writings on my pad, boy that's how I write
I don't mean a paper, mean my walls ain't white
Ask me "are you mad?!" Yeah you're goddamn right
Y'all be looking mad 'cause I rap this tight
Always think of gods, but not in my sight
Slapbox with my vox, I'm knocking out God's lights

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released October 20, 2018
Written and Performed by Mantis the Miasma:
twitter.com/Mantis_CA

Produced by Conor Stevens:
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A musical artist who explores the many themes of life and death. Mantises are often depicted at the intersection of this transition. UCLA 2021.

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