Writers Block

I got to unlock my thoughts and trick this clock to get my tik to tok , Too pissed to talk, bout to stick a rod in a faulty wall socket, To go shock my top till it falls off and bobs it, all I got is blocks, When I write its all vomit, I've lost it, i'll drop this pen, grab a gloc and cock it, No mom I won't drop it, Where will I go if god was just a false prophet, a comic, So I'll take the wood of the cross and knock it, a deposit I'm oh so twisted all my lines have become knotted.