Lyrical Assassin, severely lackin'/ serious attraction,to any weirdly combative/ furious dragon, all the years my ass been/ from the front to the back end/ from the trunk to the hatch bend/ I'll batten down the hatches and latch them/ so you're all latched in, drivin' backwards/ on a flat rim, with my pants ripped/ on cannabis, blowing clouds laughin'/ knowing that my actions, could lead me back in/ a hospital bed with my body and head in traction/ just for the satisfaction of not being a has been/you're using waaay too many napkins/ on acid,gettin ready for the papp-smeer/ all the laffy taffy trappin' in the last year/ tryna stack my cash here,as fast dear/ as I possibly can,in a camper van/ doin laps in the grand,canyon with damaged/ axels standing fast still, bustin caps chill/ with the unnecessary noises/ that's the shit I need to avoid bitch/ you're voidless,my voice hits/a high note and glass gets destroyed it/ can be annoying,but enjoy it/ cuz it won't last for ever,so i deploy it/ and slap on a new paint job to decoy it/ boy it, gets me so paranoid when/ I get all the gravy but have to throw it up in the toilet/ like the toys kids, can't play with/ I'm on the day shift,waiting for the days end/ I'm vacant,when it comes to debates its/ like bate when,I may win/ when discussing the curvatures straightness/ I'm not creatin' this shit up or makin'/ the facts up, it's not an act punk/and if i lack what,it takes to act tuff/ then the proper actions for you to track what/ I have just, laid out about that stuff/ in a fast rush, I just happened to man- udge/ I'm back from the last binge/ patchin' the last mends/that I had to make to my bad bitch/ to get her naked and half stripped/ like a ham swiss & bacon sand-which/ if I pass shits, with stones in em'/ then my ass ripped, from drones in em/ fuckin robots, zerox'd & copied w/ clones in em/ sticks and stones isnt,breakin' bones/ but it'll hurt you from what I spit in poems/ as far as witsit goes/ I wish you the most,luck,let's give a toast/ to the what isn't hoaxed/woops, I isn't supposed, to spit a joke/ but I can't help this I know,I'm frick'n lok'd/ so you can pray for me and wish and hope/ that you could sufficiently coax/ me into submission....nope!!! ------- No ,you wont...won't, get me in submission..mission...miss me with the bullshit when, the kids spin/ the globe lie and deny whole sky/ as above so below no fly,zone in Tailand/ all the it's and's ,buts and why man?/ Cuz your minds cant,comprehend lines that/ appear to be horizontal, it's demonstrable/ but you constantly on that non sense full/ of shit so much your constipated/ and obviously you got a paycheck/ so no need to wanna elate it/ quit with the lame jest, it's time to deflate it....you you you made it......all up...so be happy with the paycheck....you was the greatest, I don't just say this ....in vane kids....it's charades when, the stages have been set and the roles are played in...we livin in the matrix ...helio-sane-trixx
FlatNasty
