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Done being yo bitch
- Thought 2015 was gonna be the year I reinforced my beliefs
- But look at where it left me ,cowering and ducking for cover
- A life away from my body ,just like in the pilgrimages I chose to be sober
- Instead God had me laughing at his goodness jokes, Oh so slow
- Never knew the man I put all my clever faith in was such a silly dope
- To all ya still worshiping that sick super chickflick,
- Oh you blind mofos
- Look at my shredded wrinkled shell,
- pooped on by very pristine pigeons
- And tell me he dint have a hand in my play.
- Loosing my titles of the princess ,
- The frog king story was never mine to begin with
- My life was meant to be the after party pickup's after parties.
- I knew the road to salvation couldn't be walked on with clumsy feet
- So Before they could bring in the messedup party fleet
- I drove away with the cleanup van to enforce my glory deeds
- Bumping with things unknown in the quiet darkness, felt like a sexy tyrant
- Turning up the radio to desert the petty gloom of Christmast eve
- I hear Apb's out on my vehicles digits .
- "Young lad of sixteen and a potter scar on his left eye
- If spotted maybe brought down under the pretense of over speeding."
- Laughing sinister I take of my fake masks and let my long hair loose.
- The meters over 120 now and running low on gas
- Need to stop soon somewhere, fill up ,
- Whats That I hear ,sirens nearing?
- Catching up too soon oh no,
- They look me up and down ,
- all the while I'm fearing,
- Young lady, you're overstepping my foot
- Now how much for a strawberry scoop, for my kid coop?
- Wait, What? oh no shoot!
- I forgot I pawned the van for a ice cream truck,
- Back at Fare trades of Buck .
- Barking down the rickety doors of my fav roadside motel
- Greeting old fleece faces ,
- I gale on with my road trip so darin'
- The child has passed her first test
- The crooks praises making me heave with pride so swell
- The lights go down and there's western shoot out music all around
- and I'm suddenly on the bartop Rhyming like the gangsta I've become
- I'm finally back the old me walked thru the door is when yo jaws start dropping
- Hell yeah fuck them all bent hell on receiving mayhem stop gazing I know m #amazing
- Worried n buried six feet under this tired life is going down the spiral
- A million worlds fucked up I am n the shit's finally hitting the ceiling hard
- Blimey if I cant role this over in a minute but I'm so #psyched from all these days
- Of rocketing through the scales weighing love meat over superficial
- Blame me do ya ?Well good I'm poison spitting venom eating,
- Chilling like there's no motherrfucka on this planet got the balls to fucking shun me
- So what If I'm downing glasses of red wine like a sly vine.
- Fine, I'm size nine that's a lie you say what proof you got eh?
- Ay Boss, why aint you dancing at my conquest ?
- A Spit on the wooden floor and a challenge I find in front of my chest
- Either I take this mother down or
- He explodes gunpowder down my feeble throat,
- Everyone's quiet now ,
- Dancing suspended all awaiting the impending showdown
- I'm shivering and withering at the thought of facing my teacher
- Pressure from all eyes around me, beckonin me to stay N tether
- Its time for a new leader, go get him they cheer.
- Crazy ,This old goat.
- Fucker needs to be taught a lesson ,
- I'mma bless with my best disses, No wait Dishes.
- Mind focused finally sitting on this chair I feel good allover
- #Oddballs fitting in nowhere especially very often made heavy
- by the society's rules and regulations
- Congratulations you've made it through most of the obligations
- now I'm filling out big applications
- cant get yo dirty hands on my disturbed mental formulations
- Happy to see me fly are ya? Well gotcha! Use these commas
- and bite on a guava cause I'm no larva just a full fledged drama
- rounded all over by clutters no good with words to pack a proper punch.
- But sure you have to see to really find me not hiding just residing
- between my deep meaningless thoughts and confiding.
- This fraud oh when he gonna learn frost and moss
- are the very essence of rhyming blasphemy ,
- profanity filtering in through his thickheaded wholly nurtured woman
- dont call her anything but exploding under high pressure.
- Such pressure cant be handled by most normal people
- so I slither away into the room
- Where I rock her, the second in command and boom!
- Exposure to his loosing grips on the reins he held so dear,
- Cant control his female ,bloody bugger wants to be a leader.
- Its time you hand me down that lead, brother
- Cause in the end imma gonna rip her like a ripper, before new years
- Nomatter what your position ,a weak minister to my lowest minions
- Or out in the dry land of Texarkana ,tied upside down by the riverside of deadly piranhas.
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