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I feel so off and on again, like a fiend that found his dope stash
I'm filthy, but not a animal, spit raw, but I cook beef with my mash
potatoes, hurry let the day go, let the way I flow uphold
matter of fact, I can't be bold, I'm just bolded out I'm told
you see it, you fear it, don't wanna read or desern it
firm shit, but you filter away like diarhea, so you continue to sit
like a hermeroid victim it hurts to get back up, now sit back down
I'm not a clown, but I make you smile and laugh, then get outta town
faster than James Bond gets pussy, and I spread Diseases worse
Spin outta my head, a dread, a paniced mislead, hittin' happy like murs
so I still give it to you complex, still let you understand just a lil bit
get you all in a hissy fit, god you suck, god you're good, what you get
what I got, what is not, what is hot, so I never enter a fake perspective
and give elective to those who are protective of all thats disected
those mentalities, realities, fake hopes and prencipalities, wake up
sleep agian, refrain from dreaming, all those thoughts seeping
like you gotta go to the judge, tell him what sup, then pee in a cup
then you hear the dogs creaping, sniffing for your stash thats reaping
truth in the matter, its all how we dish it on the platter, fecal matter..
I spread it out like Grey matter, that batter that flexes never tatters
and forget that I had somethen before, something to adore
somethen rotten to the core, now I'm funk, and I'm a whole lot more
still deadly, still on that meadly, try and stop me man I'm steady
ready set go, let me show you quality control, watch you grip your teddy
cry out into the night for mommy, now all you get is a T-Shirt of tommy
like its your blankey, a hankey, sniveling baby, wannabe commy
tryin' to decern that we all have a place, but you can't even point
which way we follow, the yellow brick road, or the red river
so you step up, give up, then flutter away, no wonder why you disappoint
disappropreate, watch you concentrate, slip away with time, just a sliver.
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Post by 16 Micz »

eh kinda confused me here and there rhyme scheme is something different overall id give it a 7/10..
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Post by Typeo »

lol, yeah I just went off with it, didn't know where I was going.

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