"Explorer"

(V1.)
Day after day I comb my brain,
Searching for words which sound the same/
Choosing these words and making them fit,
Hoping, somehow, they'll all make sense/
And if they're nonsense, don't blame me,
Cus I'm just exploring my identity/
I set the stage for the anonymous play,
Composing good and evil in an offhand sort of way/
You turn on me it's cus you don't understand,
And won't until you assemble the fragmented picture/
Of a shattered man, The Scatterbrain,
The Splatterhead, the victim in pain/
The Motörhead, with the Motor breath,
I Frolic through the park like an Angel of Death/
Cus I've been searching, and my own mind,
Is my latest, greatest, most fabulous find/

(V2.)
I had to explore everything, all the drugs and drink,
Cut my dick off with a butterknife in the sink/
Lived in jail for a thousand or more years,
Got lost for fifteen million more at sears/
Never know what I might do next,
Destroy myself, discover death/
On the left hand path but I'm veering to the right,
I get so jazzed when it's nearing Devil's Night/
I never followed the light, or dabbled in Eve's apple,
I chose to spend Friday nights Haunting the Chapel/
My Bad Brains rattle when they're kicking into battle,
Bumping Anthrax while I'm out tipping cattle/
Spreading the disease like a mad cow(mad cow),
Flipping it with ease when I rap loud(rap loud)/
Stepping to me? You're poising to get hurt,
Like walking into C.B.G.B.s with a Poison shirt/

(V3.)
Call me the explorer going border to border,
The horror of it all, and the business of Horror/
The drunken lunging, the ganja pungent,
And I don't wanna be in your London Dungeon/
Punching the ground, when I thrash around,
Repping no CK but Crumbsuckers & Krakdown/
You talking trash now, duck my shoes kid,
The breakdown drops and I fucking lose it/
Smack ya toothless, stupid ruthless,
You're crawling out the pit wounded & shoeless/
Scrape you're bloody face up off the flooring,
Catch another case when I'm out exploring/