141 – For Your Listening Pleasure (While Ü R Being Done N) [Alfred Edition]

"Music To Be Murdered By" playing 
Little Engine, record §pinning as 
My mind minding rhyming's rhythms 
Hammering loud, beating my timing 
Driving Me N§ane, like horse mane 
Now running through Maine, N vain 
As they all claim to tame my name 
And then complain when I Kamikaze 
Aeroplanes N2 Astral planes & all 
Because they're so plain and lame 
For, never the same as that first 
Time I came to train, & then came 
Running trains on ñü∿world's pain 
As I watch through my window pane 
So He talks to clocks on my wrist 
Watching mine watch's clock hands 
Forming fists, throwing fits then 
Taking hits when getting lit 'til 
All Ü can C B Me for "I Am" frees 
Now high as trees, I paid my fees