Exo-Lithium

Each blank line represents a new rap. Havent really thought up of any names, except the middle one is called Acid Rain.

Im a movie with no sound, Im emptily confound.
Its the other way around, Im talken like, a pound.
Steppin threw this plain, with no attempt to reclaim.
Playen Shadowbane and listening to Mudvayne.
Im talkin green, Im suddenly an automatic cuisine.
Im only mentally obscense, combined with 1g caffeine.
Back to the story, not about morning glory.
This juana's causin' some nirvana, my eyes look like my pet iguana.
I think the size of my pupils just quadrupled!
Before long, Im just smoken my bong, there goes my perception of right and wrong.
Why does it seem, that weed gives a people a sense that misleads in a world that already fails to succeed?
Why must these people neglect, when theres nothing to suspect?
Just because I deal, doesnt conclude that I steal
Let alone give the courts the right to appeal.
Take this an example, you think this is unreal.
You take it as surreal and Ima reveal my ideal
These maynes lookin between my hectics
My genetics seem to regime my psychogenetic synthetic euphoria, which is providin' my girl Victoria.
My fate seems delusional, my reality seems confusional.
Can you flo to my rhymes, smoken dro while you high.
What month is this? It this July? What is 420 divisible by?
Walken down memory lane to refrain upon my self from this white crack cocaine.
I wish this stuff worked like Rogain to sustain my insane membrane.

Behold hyperboley, this is reality verbally
Excelled from supply, overturn my goodbye to imply a reply.
Thought from enrolling, beyond sleep controlling.
Im quite awake, this was no mistake.
This meth is next to death, it just took my last breath.
I can only regret, theres nothing to forget.
Reflectin on my plain, theres nothing to obtain.
Drowned in cocaine, trying to abstain!
Life is like acid rain, nothing but champagne.
Drowned in acetone, walkin the unknown.
Rollin on some X, side-effects from oral sex.
These are the subjects to complex ones perspect.
Happiness is expensive, quite offensive - non comprehensive.

They call me Static, Im like an automatic.
Seriously erratic, mentally telopathic.
Melodramatic, this is all idiosyncratic.
Statics' my idol, I fear he's homicidal.
Look at eminem, look at everyone condemn!
Hell, even I.B.M!
Im like rape, theres no escape.
I can change shape, now I'm your videotape!
Im like GHB, Im the illest MC!
I guarantee. You'd have to agree.
I can smoke one, smoke a ton, smoke all that are welldone.
Im like an oven that bakes, you were misconcepted as a rap mistake.