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.