Shantytowns

Round and around, army of scary clowns,

with crowns and frowns upside down.

we revolve towns burning them down.

In the shantytowns bounds we hustle,

all the bushes rustle concealing trouble.

Conspiring puzzles, for you to fumble,

but just jumble and topple.

Frontal into a jugful of rubble.

Rumple paper into a bundle,

light this paper and huddle,

in a bubble, you funnel a tunnel,

pummel into this rubble,

into a tussle until they buckle.

Submerging from a mucky puddle,

ready to rumble, shout not mumble,

never to stumble.

I'm despicable, invisible to your visible visual,

it's typically explicable... In this movie i'm biblical.

Rated PG-thirteen! but way overseen by preteens,

light the gasoline, and create a bright scene.

It's typical how traditionally i position a syllable,

so as an individual if you feel invisible

scream the unthinkable, hospitable divisional

refillable to each conditional visual.

Vial filled with... foul, nasty, filthy... vile bile,

stains teeth like tiles when split on my milky smile,

dial down the denial, a trial is in idle,

vital to my revival, my spinal is in a spiral, forms tribal.

Whispers in the darkness. Alone i am harmless,

but in this darkness gathers an army of artists,

preparing for the harvest. Your body's carcass,

put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

We are artists, darkness is our calmness.

Forever we harness the power to be as harsh,

as the scars cut, starved of blood, clot,

flood hot with steam 'n' whatnot.

In this world we walk hot, stand atop,

nothing will stop us from taring it up.

nothing will stop us when we are locked shut.

nothing but someone will always judge us,

and this cycle will never stop. What the fuck,

fuckty fuck fuck, lets rip shit up and fuck,

like animals rutting, loving, lusting, fucking,

humping, nope... Just a couple of cannibalizes hugging.

I'm going to use my pen to write rhymes

they'll put shivers in your spines,

maybe jab you in the eye several times.

Recline from the incline you climbed,

shift time, drift into a swift roller coaster lift

enter a mist, twist, barrel role and all that shit.

Jump posing a Kong-fu kick,

instead i misled, and i hit you with a closed fist.

You'll be pissing blood from your wrists

when i slit them with a knife, drawn from my hip,

knit the numeral 6 into your skin with string but slip,

blood flows thick, sewing kit needed to stitch.

Poke you with a pin and watch you twitch,

you mother fuckers could pitch utter wonders,

but I'll be crushing your head in-between cupboards,

or the shutters till your head pops reddish colors.

YAK! Mother fucker, YAK! Pull the glock back, finger tap,

bullet battles the barrel then SMACK. You're face will crack,

another snack to hack, I'll put it on the body stack,

next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

Like Dexter, former Hannibal Lector,

In his daily trisector, dissecting ladies in the sector.

Your next on the list, please don't freak out and piss...

bitch i need you to stay with me please,

don't make me pee pee in your mouthie,

I'll rather not get my dick outie,

with Hannibal Lector around me...

I'm a insane mother fucker, yes in the brain,

sulfur grains all up in my domain,

and all it takes is one spark,

two tarts playing harps,

three large carts full of tards crammed into an amusement park,

four more tarts playing harps

to sum up six hearts when i carve them apart.