Habit p2

these sell outs gotta steal bars enticing the trap word smith ain’t their craft I tap twice an hit that

flash ya wife while siphoning gas

 

no service like I’m behind those steel bars

must’ve kicked the bucket was lookin extra pale

wet sweat poured forth from pores of poor fed porridge the orphans turned corpses purposelessly

the stench of rotten flesh as the belly

of the beasts stomach was churning

the whore of babylons failed abortion

irans useful idiots wearing turbans

 

when it comes to these bitches I say which

and that ain’t have nothing to do with magic, trick

 

It vanish into her snatch without a hat on it

 

she rabid off a half a basket

witch craft with brooms sticks snapped in half shoved up her ass with

her face make up smothered lips covered up with chap stick

 

she was soul takin she swept me off my feet had me gasping like death

 

my breath ,she grasped it

in an attempt to clasp n clench the , everlasting

life’s cruel heart wrenching stab

In the back scars and scabs on the track

leaving a web of etched in patterns

this rapture is disastrous difficult to encapture it cash my check inspect the bag and catch my breath afterwards

automatic Ratatata to shatter the caps of maga hatters left as scattered scraps

tell Kamala Harris and Donald trump ima terrorist from Morocco

if I relapse I end up on the patch for stolen crock pot and sneakers for whippin crack rock to tweakers sheesh ya momma a treash on the weekend

twerking in front of the drive thru at McDonald’s geeking

off probably molly either

that or it’s all of the reefer

this ain’t a play in drama but ya ma I grease her

 

call police ensure guilty conscience is the cause that still be haunting like Fred Krueger

Ed brewer head full of gin and kaluha in a garbage disposal on the way to sewer went

to get manure fed

while I get head from ma tutor

mister rocket gets a hole in his noggin big like beluga

sinful medulla

is resentful to em

sixth grade in school

his name Abdullah

waving his tool he’s gonna be in orange suit for

all the red on the yellow school bus students

wouldn’t want em to die late like my pupils

prom queen makes headline jumps in front of bullet damn it what’s her name heroin

school shooters triggered who da knew this nigga would’ve pissed all of u off

 

 

don’t participate in listening if you have shoes on

I’m obvious like a wet scuba you ironic like a special Ed tutor

what’s a big poodle to a pit bull get chewed up in bits off the trees out on a limb like Tarzan

no juniper I’m on Jupiter when it hit

bending the clueless nitwit to my whims went out on a limb with this

in other words it got out of hand like a twisted branch everybody wants my spin when shit hits the fan

they don’t want me to win

they doubt my hand hopefully when I spin it don’t miss or jam ambien blacked out in the Camry can’t remember shit off half a xanny bar or ativan popped Man Brandons like chedda bob already shot his crotch an bled on his pants got to the doctors an is walkin the block with a prosthetic cock in hand as an awkward Transgender opp

man’s better stop

and Invest in a vest an a glock

do your best to not get caught by the cops

in an awful dabacle while throwin drugs out the window at a traffic stop

relax it’s only that pot hoe kick ass grass it’s gas gotta make a quick pit stop for more

speaking of which pigs ass why ain’t the mayor fix up the pot holes

so the elderly pedestrian can safely walk the street without getting a crack in skull

tax evasion is practical in circumstances where our bands go to genocidal maniacs man

every body needs their brain examined

especially politicians who do whatever aipacs demanded

cash in hand makes hand shakes Kamala Harris mayonnaise and asparagus on her damn face

America in disgrace and embarrassment

beware of the terror their weary of the

Seriousness

of this lyricism

Scariness of their stereotype

they quote from the real fictitious

it’s barely written

very vindictive vicious

I tear the kitten nose flare with in the clit as I stick my dick in

between her cleavage

she do a split like a diva

bitch is creamin reddi whip serenity is the best kept secret recipe is a remedy for every single ailment

surrendering but never failing

the devil is in the details look at the bigger picture he ain’t prevailing

 

 

 

a cannabals mechanical calculable calicos caliber cracking ya in the scapula with that or a back of a spatula matter of fact stab ya in the back for practice and fracture the clavicle massacre the masses murder emcees with mandibles unmanageable emcees get ate like casserole candid flow classical iconic not in Kansas anymore wizard of the oz type flow this is not a remarkable thing it’s a marketable thing carcasses fling with my song on repeat sniff ash bodies in bags are snortable

 

 

no more case for

the court in hell not a trace of evidence vagueness

no taste no smell no sensation of the five found six sense on the third eye now

like a Naruto thing

ninja star that I fling

with my bars I’m slicing all

these hearts get diced to parts

I shred em all that’s how letters start

and I reign supreme that’s how the lettuce sprouts whether winter spring summer fall let us begin to ball