Addict
• Written by Anonymous
I wish i was an addict
so i know what it is like
to be as low as the affliction
we pass as a bad habit.
Tragedy fast happens and
i try to gather my bearings
but the blurring keeps on occurring,
i stumbled, now my knee's hurting.
My stomach is turning and churning,
I'm spurting vomit on you that’s burning,
through your clothes,
now your exposed,
nobody can see your dick,
without a microscope.
I hope, you know who you are,
im devoted to choke
you until I’ve left a scar,
laugh when i spot you in public
covering the mark with a scarf.
I'm going to murder you with my dialect,
i was raised listening to Eminem,
so does that mean my psychotic is grim?
Praised, something caused a change,
i know im as good as them because
i write like a reel in motion.
Its potent, i smell of lotion,
the same shit you rub on
your ass when you've got a rash,
itchy like fluoric acid,
because I'm a hazard.
I try to render it as fashion,
but nobody will catch onto my fad,
and that makes me very fucking sad,
so I’m mad. Now im picturing the dreams i've had
where im dining with your family,
they're playing cool with me so
they never expected me
to start massacring.
The plaster boards are nailed up
to cover up the body’s i snuffed.
The plan is to ram my cock in your mother,
whilst she’s tied up gagging on a sock,
making her squeal like a pig
when she's scorched
with the hot rod, that i prod.
I'm going to blister her gush,
till it busts, floods blood
like a clowns nose had combust.
I'm on a rush, cause the pills i crushed
must-of soaked in enough to provoke blood-lust
and just makes me want to blow-up.
Throw up on your rug,
roll you into a bud and take a puff.
I bust muff like Columbus
navigating through a hairy brush of fungus.
I'm not physically violent...
Im verbally violent, im deadly silent.
I could make you cry in one sentence,
you can try and try
but you won't survive
in this climate that’s present.
I'm an aura that's descending
on your tendency to be defendant,
but you won't even see me
when im swinging the pendent,
hypnosis is my attendant.
I'm actually polite and nice as fuck,
so don't judge based on the words i conjure up.
Go rub your butt in some mush,
passionate like when I touch...
stuff...
pink lining,
oh I think maybe i should buy em,
oh I think maybe i may just throw up..
AGAIN in the sink.. "oh lookie it's pink"
fuck it's pink..
What did i drink? cause this shit stinks.
I must-of eat their livers 'n' drank
till your body no longer blushes pink.
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