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### **"Nonsensical Narratives"**
**[Verse 1]**
I’m spitting syllables, slapping syntax sideways,
Slick with the script, slip through clichés like highways.
Rappers rap random, ridiculous riffs,
Writing words with no weight, just meaningless myths.
I’m a captain of confusion, charting chaos and clout,
Sailing seas of stupidity, what’s this song about?
It’s a labyrinth of language, lost logic in loops,
Lyrical lunacy lurking in lyrical troops.
**"I got a goldfish grill and a diamond-eyed dog,
A Lamborghini spaceship parked in the fog."**
That’s the kind of nonsense that’s stuck in my head,
But somehow it’s the reason they’re stacking their bread.
They babble in bubbles, blow bars with no bite,
Punchlines so dumb, they’re a parody plight.
But let me tell you a tale, twist the tempo and trend,
Where the story’s absurd and the meaning won’t mend.
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**[Chorus]**
Spit it fast, make it last, but it don’t make sense,
Stack syllables high, but the meaning’s spent.
Twist the tale, watch it fail, but the flow feels tense,
Call it clever chaos – I’m the king of pretence.
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**[Verse 2]**
Once upon a time in a town full of thieves,
Where the clocks ran backward and the trees had sleeves,
Lived a man named Max with a map of the moon,
And a cat that could rap to a broken bass tune.
Max had a mission: find the Fountain of Fries,
A mythical McGuffin beneath ketchup-red skies.
He packed a backpack with a basketball and bees,
And set out for the forest where the frogs spoke Chinese.
He met a wizard named Wiz with a waffle for a wand,
Who turned water into whiskey with a wave and a yawn.
Wiz said, *“Max, you’re mad, but I’ll tag along too,
‘Cause this Fountain of Fries sounds freakin’ brand new.”*
So they trekked through the tundra, tripped on time loops,
Fought a dragon with an attitude and soup in its boots.
The dragon said, *“Yo, you can pass if you please,
But first solve my riddle: why are rappers clichés?”*
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**[Chorus]**
Spit it fast, make it last, but it don’t make sense,
Stack syllables high, but the meaning’s spent.
Twist the tale, watch it fail, but the flow feels tense,
Call it clever chaos – I’m the king of pretence.
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**[Bridge]**
Max scratched his head, said, *“Words don’t have weight,
They just shimmer and shine when you’re rhyming with fate.
Rappers babble and boast about bling and big checks,
But it’s all empty echoes when you dig through the text.”*
The dragon laughed loud, said, *“Man, that’s the truth.
Most rhymes are just rhymes, no wisdom, no proof.”*
Then he let them pass, and they found the fries fountain,
With grease rivers flowing down a French fry mountain.
But the fries weren’t magic – they were cold and old,
A metaphor for meaning that’s been bought and sold.
Max looked at Wiz, said, *“Man, this quest was dumb,
But at least we got a beat and a bass to drum.”*
