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Doing Damage With Penicls
- I'm a lyrical genius who was hit over the head
- from age of "oh" by a troll,
- everyday until i was too old,
- i put a hole in his newly exposed skull,
- pissed, shit and shown it back closed.
- I'm tempted to kill you, but before decide if i'ma do this to you,
- ima film you with a noose looped, in two, swooped,
- scooped up and under your neck and leave you hanging
- above the chair, i kicked leaving you wiggling to your death,
- but i'll spare you, just to do it over and over again til your left
- with an impaired turtle neck, until your permanently dead,
- i'm gonna skin you, ware you, grin and begin by scaring the kids
- on Halloween with a chainsaw going "vin vin" screaming "din dins",
- as i swing the blades that spin, i chop their limbs into chicken wings,
- i eat, then repeat, house by house, door hinge's tore off by mouth
- summer house turning quickly south into a slaughter house,
- force feeding your spouse a rotten mouse, dipping in and out,
- "oh my god, it's alive!!" pull the trigger of a gun i drew,
- shoot and realize what I've done, "oh fuck, i see guts!"
- brain matter splattered, "it was by accidental, I swear!!"
- a bullet through your boyfriends head, "he could use some dental..."
- clearly im mental because there's no pulse in my temple, lacking
- and a parental stencil, instead i got a pencil writing over ya head,
- eating ya bread, "nom nom", now i got you wondering where it went
- "mom, we're outa bread!", im unfed, under your bed with the loaf i stole,
- until night to invoke bloodshed and spread ya soul on my new bread.
- //this is some of my older stuff :)
- I don't give a fuck, not a single fuck.
- The luck is no luck, just shit in; i grew up
- and for what? makes me throw up.
- Cover you, smother you, let it trouble you
- bubble you, pop, disperse like rain drops.
- Metaphor for my blood covered mop,
- carpet, table, the lot.
- Your the kill spot with figments
- scattered from dot to dot,
- pull up truck, full of up ta.. the rim
- with your ligaments building in mass,
- overflowing, staining the glass.
- blew up to fast, igniting everything in my path
- like hydrogen... im the fire's point of origin,
- throwing out the trash as the truck goes past
- zoom "slow down too fast" how the fuck am i gonna catch up with that?
- these little, iddy, biddy, kinda super tiny legs will let me down
- and put a frown on these clowns.. There creeping me the fuck out
- disturbing the bounce in my walk.. as i talk but the words aint coming out
- driving a plow, mow theses fuckers down making their brains pop out
- cause i'm...
- balancing on a tight rope,
- challenging your lifes scope,
- please note, that if you fall,
- there no net to save the floor
- from the stain of your brain and disconnected jaw,
- the crowd will roar, scream for more,
- and stomp till their feet are stubbed and raw
- slap, jab, stab and snap each other till they all
- fuse into one another, form a bigger mother fucker, a lugger
- juggling a couple of suckers into a shredder,
- scatter the pieces, tell them it's buried treasure
- and if the're spirits find them all
- i promise to stick you all back together
By Anonymous
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