its more than highly unlikely i'll be a star soon crooning the youths paranoid serenades instead im stuck in the dark room tending to a polaroid marinade im condemned to man the harpoon of the trash metropolis palisade gay bash and abolish all hidden costs of rhythms losts in your sour taste for a calloused phrase but were entrepreneurial conquistadors in a savage land of cultural subversion habitual perversions and scriptureless sermons digital databases of the intangible occupy an average life span that is, of a colonized inbred indigenous sycophant but who am i kidding i know that im sweat stained a grotesque coalesce that couldve been left brained a walking mess out of sight of any exposure that might criticize me for soundin like i tweak a half ounce a night i balance right between depression and nirvana and measure audible pressure using a model tester were on a plane of existence thats tired of asking why things dont change but youve missed us. the point to follow is whether or not the leather is taut and in a suitable condition for wounding skin these children need a collective beatdown turn the beat down blow up your propane tank hack your domain name (do an electro cover of ace of spades) automate the bass now watch me switch from dormant to conscious in an instant oh shit i lost it pleading for consciousness just reveals helplessness what in the hell is this (we watch you melt in this) meaningless heaping mess pops cultures reeking breath has reached a sinking depth are we done breeding yet are we done breeding yet

im on a steady ration of devotion passion and practice i see too many rappers slackin, the fact is deus ex machina, carpe diem carpe de metacarpals sharkfish among a sea full of carp is harmful irresponsible spills pooling uppler layers to lower levels unruly naked mayors get flogged by rows of rebels i hold the shovel to throats of those that will never ever really pose a threat either burn your wings or they melt i mean sadly your style wasnt wrapped in sufficient packaging rap and sing and dance the limbo in between crossing alps peaks tips on tightwire's less exhilarating then when i spill paintings like nothing are you hanging? pardon my rephrasing, but arent you hanging? i feel like im losing teeth when i sleep and people are slowly shrinking due to the fact that glue factories and the like just keep producing need i mention the compartment space where i spend my days and slumber in a shoe box? i walk 2 blocks back and forth from sun up to dusk and it aint gon' stop. i flourish in the service and works of a dying art form nourish nervousness with courage. hark, more verbage. the urge spills nerves o'er a dark shore so whats the worth of a verse if is all forced? can we be cloud reincarnates? with the visionary strength of starnose molerat and can we trap toxins as fragrance like a urinary mat? i refuse to condone this bogus avoidance in the name of all that is depraved its so hard to trust and easy to doubt the overseers that bottle ships these days

i reminisce on the smell of gasoline cuz its been a few weeks and shrug it off like girls with face piercings but it aint a cheap shot i still think all'em are psycho boy that shits nuts and if you aint got one youre still most likely a psycho youll never catch me rockin a 'ohmygodamireallyrappingaboutwhatyoullneverseemewearing?' with nostrils flaring and knuckles clenched white like jaws its alright ill find your bearings no longer aiming my sights to the ground or looking down thats when my brain starts dripping out wishing i could spit into one hand forever the sun and the weather or not ill live to save enough for a dirt plot its not so much that i am its so much that i am of whats life spent wasting away under the ring of shade under a fat ficus' umbrage? you cant flourish in the wake of anothers sunshine perish with the grass blades that couldnt push through dance atop the graves of those who failed before us chorus of loneliness united by separation moral neglectance a leprosy seepage deeper than a natural gas drilling alongside a frack pit in northwest wyoming my homie used to slang blood as an only means to piss in a cup whole jalapenos for dinner right out the can blindly backing up the administration that made him bankrupt and so as it turns out we're not as dope as we thought left to rot in the ring of shade under a umbrage where sunlight aint able to reach where they soak in what was stolen holes close in open loathing you aint sick mainly just lack wit saving grace from disastrousactions maybe its the only sane fibrous spindle left, a hell of an offer special intelligent shopper procuring the works of eloquent choppers steady cherishing that which is registering and the concepts that arent fully comp'd are ran through like poppy fields straight frolicking in a childish delight you know that shivering goose bumping shit from before i was born? well im not ready to give up the only thing ive had a grip on throughout adolsence in exchange for sex appeal ego and a scripted trash deal i aint givin up the only thing ive got and ever had and will ever have the greatest buzz unkillable till caustic cystssores strangle my vocal cords and my drum box melts or implodes on itself you aint stopping this

when this sinkhole gets open its like a shark bite to your abdomen and entire right thigh leave you hemmoragin yank you off your surfboard away from that righteous pipe line while i crack a dusty copy of some emerson from the top shelf heres food for duly thought you rude snooty twats quit the crap its disgusting and sloppy get back to bettering yourself fore im forced to involve pinball wizard tricks watch the skin crawl as i invert cliques from front to back with hymnals that splinter sick and awful ideologies they topple for writing policies to smite the antisocialite panty poker mic unplugger broken button toucher hopeless broke as dirt bright as day while yall stray from the light yet it aint no thang to singe your corneas dance into a coma within euphoria from candy kid aroma wearing nothing staring at flashing strobes entire towns are steady burning accustomed to lifes petty uncertainties even a medley of circus freaks could not upset the scene your self centered judgements fit my rhyme scheme like a wedding ring but whatever i've got closet full of STARCHED UP REFERREE UNI'S we'll pull card blow whistles and make major MARK UP ON THE PATHETIC SCENE BOOJI youre a ketamine floozy whos starstruck a nameless extra on the set of kid cudi video shooting ah shucks that weightless cash raking apparatus just wont move me get lost or fucked cotton swabbin tear ducts as gear gets abducted and dropped from the top of the few venues ive proved been to peelin back the hype it feels right to provide them with fool refuge whos next to become the fulcrum of humiliation as i make mulch from the bodily waste of ruling patrons id say its something self inflicted but im the master of puppet pinpricks in voodoo figurines kids be downin boxes of ju ju thizzle beans but its really not my area of concern when im barely an intern for poopshoot studios engineering malaria germs steady fearing the carriers hoola hooping poodles in my practice space c-list back up dancers lacking taste in strictly latex and fishnet get ups thats exactly what i want the apex of my live set to consist of 'cause no one wants to hear my melodramatic spastic apathetic approach to rappin wheres the hand clapping the sense of boastful self entitlement and if im offendin geffen [vocals spent on futile/trifle shit] i meant no disrespect in this vocal demented rifling if its all in the name of total overhaul mental siphoning STEP RIGHT ON IN

simpletons get the limp pimple salivate over styles ill animate may day the bands on stage are menstruating no wide flow tampax could stop their typo syntax i stipend paychecks once their hype influx dies to a slight ten bucks whats with the overflow out pour of half hearted cow manure a pure abomination of abundant pop bound to blow up but i bombed the headquarters of your distributor and set flame to the firewire of your producers computer this social network of hopeless web jerks has got me goin postal as they get hurt its no sweat or dirt off my back neck or shirt see the energy i exert is a remedy in disguise ive already rehearsed this a hundred times ive already come across too strong to let off now gutter boss mossberg bladow and so theres holes in your clothes like a moth robbed the stitching this ash roth vision of rap sloth children is building a nervous slap stick butterfly feeling inside me so im performing public ritual asphyxiation fully clothed for 5 bucks a head with a microphone cord instead of a belt and if i ever get on tour i might just melt into an ectoplasmic solution and seep into stage monitors, bouncers, sewers you can watch the balance of my account dwindle day by day im steady stressin the next lesson to implement my gpa and even if i do how the fuck am i gonna pay off this loan? with a ba in bs producin myself my tracks on replay i need cess just to not kill you so i do it to save you not be a slave to the rhythm and the system were so fortunate to be livin in oops did i end it on a positive note did i reconstruct your idea of a hip hop show? did i end this chapter of human progress or am i the bastard of futile nonsense?

i alone enact a gag rule and lack a rap crew fuck it my family's a sinking flagship case of the middle class recessive prolapse oh but perhaps i should shift sights to an irrelevant tangent concerning the NARAS and how they wont accept my grammy nomination request why cuz im wearing a shirt courtesy of the dry river free store? why cuz im fast rappin over a smashed zappa sample? so why do i address em? because i was born into the generation where music is dilution and human fragrances are digitally computed except for the stank of roving vagrants asleep outside your prestigious academic institution i'm ignorant and sheltered cmon, book me a world tour! so on my next album i'll actually sound cultured instead of tethered to this mic stand by my right hand alien syndrome ghost limb sensation stimulating appendages i havent even evolved but yall are sleepin on the ball whats the return on all of this effort spent? i just want to have the same respect that my favorite records get.

ah something impressive appealing and catchy lacking a need for thought and the stretching of horizons something confining repetitive dont focus on the words or the sound inside dont focus at all like everyone else its more appropriate to stress over logos and egos etc. histrionics pay attention if youre not pillaging simpletons and ravaging the village with that played out gimme gimme im buffing floors and sweeping the chimney for whores to filthy up yeah that ignorance its guilty not innocent arrogant derelicts dancin' to the feral nonsense that abounds by the pound to the ton by the same dumb shit that grounds my nickel plated toungue confusing the young confused delused and louse ridden i've got the shit sewn like bone to tendon, children attempting to kill some stupidity inside you you ferment validity and try to slide through but unless you got the right proof which you dont i'm spawning apocalypse to bring the Magog home because i cant see this ending by any other means these diseased fiends wont quit its inherent and meritless that theyll squeeze every drop of blood from teeth, gums that rub porcelain to stubs no negation just validation no negation all validation self obsession and gratification and wheres the pay stub living life outside this scrubby bubble its fertile and impregnable yet i solely seek to make it sterile and unenjoyable for everyone yes this is classic closemindedness that i gleaned from ya'll i didnt create these shit standards just a product of them