"THE ILL MIND OF Z"

I have a voice of a lion, a fight like a tiger. A stance of a lone wolf, and a bulk like a grizzly bear. I'm four animals combined in one man. I always knew I was different, and that I didn't walk alone. I have four beast that protect my soul when my heart grows cold. I'm not a fan of gold, I'm allergic. So I stick to my black steal until I speak loudly like thunder and make a goat hold still. I'm not that nice, I'm disrespectful. I bet my life you can't connect though. I'm a puzzle peace that doesn't connect bro. I'm diabolical with no understanding, I rather be alone. I'm to awkward to work with. I sit in silence like I see a gay pastor selling dope. I leave my cope behind while I live my life off jokes. But don't think I'm happy though, I'm no where close. I just speak loudly so God can hear my soul. I'm old mentally, but physically I know I'm chosen. Because there's no body out there who can relate to my token. I'm loud spoken, I slap awake the fake woke. I make ladies go crazy over dumb jokes. What do I know? Females don't like me much with my truthful revival. They don't like those, they want a fuckboy to rape their feelings, and treat them like Stanly. That's not manly, but if you want a man to beat the hell out of you, go get a fanny. Good guys finish last, but I'm use to that. But I do know when I'm dead and gone you'll wish you had me back.