Mind flips like aces / deck ain’t stacked—it’s cursed
Rabbit ran but I reversed / chase the clock till time’s coerced
Hat too loud for hush / grin stitched with fury finesse
Drawl pulls teeth from truth / I don’t speak—I compress
I skip through mirrors with boots in bloom / logic’s looted, tethered tomb
Southern slang on shroomed syntax / I bend reality just to make it room
Teacup scalded with rebel steam / slurp chaos when the world don’t dream
Pocket watch don’t tick for me / I punctuate pain with rural gleam
Hatter but no haberdashery / scars dressed sharp in auditory
Wordplay thick like swamp at dusk / I spit static with auditory rush
I don’t rap—I incant rage / every verse is stage and cage
I craft metaphors with serpents’ teeth / spit sermons stitched in glitch and grief
I’m madder than most but I balance the burn
Drawl stays sly while the syllables churn
Tea party’s dead—I just feast on the void
Truth twisted tight like toys I destroyed
No name, no face, just venom and spit
Madness ain’t flair—it’s the way I commit
If Wonderland flips, I flip first
Trap soul in flow, then grind in verse
Top hat packed with paradox / Southern slang slick like shadowbox
I punch lines through paradox / my syntax spits when clocks get locked
Verse bends time like metal warped / cadence cleaves like tongues torqued
Y’all wear fame—I wear flame / my drawl defies and distorts
Hooked on ink and impact scars / I rhyme in scars and rebel bars
If thought was straight, I'd twist it / I load rhyme clips and risk it
Ain’t sane, ain’t sorry, just sulfurous joy
I rap like silence is something to destroy
I ain’t the hat—I’m the storm beneath
I speak in riddles, rot, and wreath
If Wonderland lost me, good—
I’m busy carving verses they misunderstood