The Paradox.

I think it's time to talk about why that y'all are talking so so silent for.

 

Like a captioned movie without any dialogue, I might just hit my quiet walk,

 

while y'all pariah dogs follow tribal law. Climb aboard.

 

I'm high aloft. Anybody wanna ride along?

 

Sights are on you and I've been watching you like a hawk since 5 o'clock.

 

I was just trying to take a pic of a vaginal wall and then I got hit by a fireball.

 

Half my shit doesn't eve rhyme at all but I need all of

 

you to show up in a trial of court

 

so I can pile y'all with the rest of the dinosaurs

 

with giant force of Mike Tyson's balls.

 

Woke up this morning, ain't taking my Tylenol

 

Bodies are piled all over the entire floor

 

and I'm typing on my laptop because I can't write no more.

 

Now, we're down to the final four. You better hire more!

 

The way you look at me tells me you might have just

 

given up, or kicked the bucket, written your final song.

 

You're gonna fly across the world one day and die alone on hyaloid.

 

While I enjoy this choir loft singing on my front porch,

 

dial up 911. I'm about to siphon up enough to get Michal Paul

 

to lie across Ryan Vaughn. Live here from planet Cybertron.

 

I'm somewhere along the lines of a lion roar and a tiger shark.

 

I don't need no hydrogogue or the heimlich maneuver.

 

In spite of me being in denial of me having iron ore

 

Why, of course, I would have diamonds in my inventory.

 

It was kinda cool how I had trial court and now I just look

 

like I just might hide your pop for a lifelong time.

 

Kinda dumb how this cytotoxin rhythm is my psychologic