Com’n you ready?
ok 1-2-3, go,
(too slow) hut,
You know what?
Let’s take this empty page and
brush cut,
Before I get on in the years
And rest some empty beers
on my gut.
I can’t explain exactly just
what this is - it’s just stuff
All I know’s I’m ace’n
this modern bluff quiz
it’s brain scuff,
It’s yet to be seen exactly what it is
my brain does
I just see it on the screen
it’s plain nuts
I tried to show you what this is but it just,
Turned into
I already know about this, now shit, fuck.
“Burn em all” rant, hissie fit - Thanks De-trop
This is me talking
I am drugs
And now I’m walking through your mind
where’s my hug?
I’m trying to show you what you’ll find
So unplug
This isn’t supposed to be a crime
I’m not smug.
You can’t stop,
But then again think
just who could?
These words are like the cash crop
You’re just wood
And so I mop you like I
know that I should
but let’s crop if off,
I think that’s enough, Yes that’s good.
It’s understood some can lag behind so
Would, you be so kind as to
tilt your head down?
Wait! There’s a leash around your neck
Stretching back to the start, of this song
and what is that 'a tumbling down?
It’s your crown.
How can, we be people that we
say ‘Hey, no we are’.
Cause then, our skin
takes over in a thread
about the uses of a useful tongue spar.
It’s not, the things you say
it’s the way it unfolds,
For me, I shit gold in my word play pathway.
Well, I guess hey,
probably think it’s time to say ‘well goodbye’.
Release you from grip,
the crowd cheers
Now wipe that tear from, your third eye
This has to end cause I’m tired
So I say it like this,
I rest my pen, and say ‘You’re fired’
When you quickly dismiss.