Grinicide Paradigm

Bitch I'm back in the attic,

erratic, dramatic Cabinet rattling,

mannequin panicking Black magic baggage attached to my jacket Got matches and

hatchets and rats in the mattress The bastard upstairs doing backflips backwards

Grandma downstairs got a gat in her basket Fantastic,

spectacular, nasty vernacular Dracula passenger grabbing the spatula

Cracking the banister, laughing mechanical Janitor vanished,

came back looking practical Asked what happened,

I said, "Shit, I ain't asking," Then something in the hamper started

snapping and scratching Flash from the camera,

photograph laughing Whole damn habitat automatically panicking Dog in my closet got

pants and a Walkman Talking real slick while the faucet keep coughing

Carpet start throbbing, refrigerator plotting Somebody knocking,

I yell, "WHO WANT IT?" Door yelled back,

so I kicked that bitch off it Automatic panic,

whole living room damaged Lamp doing gymnastics,

couch speaking Spanish

Ran through the traffic with mud on my jacket Skeleton passenger practicing

ad-libs AH SHIT, fantastic,

back to the madness Officer pulled up like,

"Sir, what happened?" I said,

"Possibly acid, probably magic,

Possibly Patrick—" "Who the fuck Patrick?" Exactly,

that's tragic Glove box cracked and the bastard started clapping Grab him,

bag him, throw him in plastic Bag started laughing,

shit got dramatic Threw it in the trunk,

trunk went volcanic Crow flew out wearing gold-rimmed glasses

Asked me directions to somewhere in Kansas Told him go left at

the burning blue mattress He said,

"That's madness," I said,

"That's traffic," Pedal get mashed and the whole car spasms Moon looking

plastic, sky full of static Stars doing circles like something galactic Sky

got a zipper, some asshole unlatched it Big hand reached down and

missed me by inches Snatched up a preacher still holding his scriptures

He fell back down with a rabbit and matches Rabbit yelled,

"BITCH, I HAVE HAD IT," Landed on grandma,

she swung with a cabbage Cabbage exploded,

confetti and maggots Maggots formed letters that spelled "CHECK THE ATTIC," Attic?

Goddammit, back to the madness

Hallway elastic, walls looking frantic Portrait of me started acting sarcastic I

said, "Quit staring," it said,

"Make me, jackass," I grabbed at the canvas,

canvas grabbed backwards Now me and the painting both fighting like bastards

Table got nervous and ran through the pantry Pantry got jealous and

swallowed the family

Family popped out of the television laughing Remote on the floor started

chanting in Latin Not even satanic,

just highly problematic Cartoon catastrophe,

filthy and manic Rhyme after rhyme but the pocket stay planted Keep

that bitch rolling till nobody can stand it