sublte control shit
• Written by Anonymous
the after math arithmetic,
polemic to the control epidemic,
ill ridden of your photogenic image, peaked your limit,
now just a relic,
check the forensic,
then arose derrick,
fucking over the skeptics.
what's the premise,
of dudes who got backpacks strictly for aesthetics.
can't taste the sweetness, roll with the diabetics
scared of looking pussy while i'm hypoallergenic.
Used toke j's,
now im wearing them,
day to day not for the daze of stoner delirium,
not at an equilibrium,
people grow wearisome, of the few barbarians,
that have no problem intervening with the syrians,
blood on the leaves, resulting from too many casualties,
casually, i don't condone the slaughter of the same taxonomies,
honestly,
im a nihilistic activist
apposed to picketing, im a political pacifist,
chemicals just pose as pros that lead to the ok go,
from the abominable, obama, to set off drones,
all's good, when we sing jai ho, even when we didn't even initially
have to play a role.
Why so syria-s,
i cant even point to where syria is.
can't point, to the point madness,
rap game silly stupid alex, need an atlas for the malice.
ashes to ashes
now im matchless,
robbed my cradle,
gave them my dradle,
now i got a concave mattress
Youngsters, cheesin, we the munsters,
isolated yet loud, an island with no shutters,
throwin molotovs
dabbing blood with the cotton swabs,
causing ulcers and blood clots,
stacking corpses in abandon parking lots,
costly act, luckily got my mana stacked, stocks of swamps,
sounding odd, no shots
to the future, 4.1 gigawatts
7 seconds ago i heard through the grape vine
that miley cyrus's career was on the climb
hannah montana's like increasing parabola,
standing in the line, to get a line, that cocaine stamina,
bump the flour,
speaking in riddles,
tom, boys pop a couple tags while i pop a couple fags
with the butt of my pistol,
pertinent amethyst
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