Got bored…that Mystical lyricist struck again.!
now we already know about that DB, all his best laid plans trying to use me, fuck around and found out I get freaky found out what happens when you fuck with KG, King of Gingers wound up and through heat was O and 2 now he’s gettin strike three. Then that seal came along with his cheap tricks, kissing ass sucking up and brown nosin, spent so much time suckin everybody’s dicks, don’t know what the fuck to do in this job of his…but he got promoted, ….I hope it was noted, youre batter up at the plate and got no stick, but chicks dig the long ball and im out here swinging big….
Dirty is the way you run your life, hatred is the fuel that feeds you to thrive, committing all the fraud, lies and deceit, leaving bodies in your wake lives ripped at the seams.
To round up the team you corral a recruiter, schemed in a cop he’s more useless than you are, four little boys in a club so absurd, detrimental to that lady that does all the work.
Then that cuck puffed up and sent me on leave, I put my nose to the grindstone to get some reprieve. 200 applications. No call backs but the resumé is fire what’s up with that? life fills with tension family troubles, no insurance, more bills and the debt it just doubles. I’m bein stabbed in the back how was I not knowin…..So I started my own company to bypass the lies, then what happened to no one’s surprise? 7 callbacks and 4 interviews How about that guys?
Dirty is the way you run your life, hatred is the fuel that feeds you to thrive, committing all the fraud, lies and deceit, leaving bodies in your wake lives ripped at the seams.
Now I sit here atop my ivory tower, vice president in charge I’m dripping with power,
I’m runnin solo cause the family’s gone, not that you fucks care your whole facades a mirage, watchin and waiting for karma to fuck you, but she’s takin awhile I’m thinking what I can do, I could sue and put the company out a few bucks but that hurts everyone and not just you fucks, so I’m setting the pace for this marathon race trying to get all my runners in place, then one day you’ll see me walk up to the plate and I’ll call my shot like I was the babe, you throw me a curve try to get me in the dirt but I let it go and flip you the bird, then you sail one up a lil high in the zone and I let her rip and bring em all home, and who’s coming home? Your chickens to roost, you’ll get the big cock….a-doodle-do. And as you lay there flat in the dirt, I stomp my cleat in your face with a smile and smirk. And trot on home while all the fans clap….they loved my grand slam you got naturally gassed….
You’re wrecked…I was done but a reminder is here… not for you not for me but to those who would dare…King Ginger don’t play and Goody don’t care….dont flex to me when I’m in the zone… cause I bring the heat the followed by the red ronin….yeah! Callback! Haha!
Goody Life….
NeuronMystical
