Dazed/Confused from Exodus by Malloy

Verse 1:

Walkin down the street I hear a sound that's alarmin
Doors is creekin open, I'm gettin ready for bodily harm and
My brain it starts chargin, at a million miles per hour
You know I'm all about violence dawg, forget about flower power
Cuz when the darkness takes over you, it can't help but devour
I'm sour, and I'm just a little bit pissed off
I look down at my watch, 10 minutes till PXW gets off
Of work, I’ma send him a warning message
That some shit around here is feeling real weird and my mind can't help but start stressin
Second guessin myself, cuz I'm scared and nervous
Look down at my phone again, no service
Don't wanna get abducted I'm not cut out that for shit
I'm stuck in the muck of my thoughts when I hear a street lamp go flick!
The lights are off, the world is quiet
At this point I wanna start a riot
To match the feelin inside my head
I'm fried with dread, what if I die instead?
Shut the fuck up I don't wanna be thinkin such things
I look up and start blinkin it seems
That the world is about to collapse
Cuz in front of me what the fuck I see is a deranged psychopath with an ax



Verse 2:

I panic quick, deflect the blow
Take stock of what’s happening, dissect it slow
What I really meant to say was fast!
There’s a motherfuckin murderer after me and he wants to eliminate my ass
No time for sass, only action
I'm only actin, based on pure instinct
My life can be gone within a single instant
This shit is intense, I feel incensed
Disarm the killer ‘fore he makes an inference
He's on the ground and I reach for the weapon
But I slip and trip and the bastard starts stepping
Up, regains his composure
Now I'm on the receiving end, my brain sober
And fully aware of reality
I won't be no casualty, so I casually
Kick & disable him, he yells madly
And that’s just the distraction I need
I get the fuck up, take off full speed
Don't give a shit if my legs bleed
Cuz I don't wanna see, a motherfuckin maniac chargin at me
I run for 10 minutes, I think I'm safe
Pull out my phone, take it out of the case
Hold it up in the air to acquire service
When a text I receive gets on my nerves, it's
The P, to the X, and the W
“There’s a serial killer and he's fixin to smother you!”

Pshhh thanks a lot! After the fact!



Verse 3 (PXW):

Fact? I dissent to your diction
Dennis, learn to differentiate fact from fiction
Addiction to cranial meat, maimed and defeated your own head
And you've slipped into a dream, I said:
A fantastic spasm of your ethical sense
Censored REM's zen as a retinal defense
If you’re on the fence, then you’re on the wrong side
Cause not even in your dreams does P. Wentz lie!
You wouldn't let it slide, and now you’re feeling repentance
And searching for penance within your own mind
Feel mystified?
Still need to rectify the disguised demise?
Has my roundabout reveal not made you realize?
Then here's the real surprise
Don't misconstrue how you accrued your brain stew
Cause the victim is me, and the killer is you!



Verse 4:

About to perish, I’m on death row
Everything I cherish is about to go
If I had one wish, I would ask to know
How the fuck this happened, everything’s movin so slow
Even though I knew that I would get caught
I did my best to push away that thought
Started acting reckless, dangerous
Strange things kept happening, but I just
Kept on keepin up with my actions
Actin, like I ain’t had no aspi-
Rations, to not be locked up like no mental patient
My deranged wit, cause me to keep on doin the same shit
Expecting a different response, that’s insanity
Who the fuck operates without a Plan B?
Not to mention a C, D, E, or F...
“Ten minutes later he drew his last breath”

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• alternative hip hop
• alternative rap
• east coast hip hop
• emo rap
• underground hip hop
• Philadelphia