Bandit
• Written by Trifolium
Speak of the devil and I shall appear
My mental is a vessel of evil and fear
Rebel far from retrieval like a mutineer
That be raising hell into the atmosphere
Meanwhile she sells seashells while I stole a chandelier
Christ what a heist to profiteer this physical year
Radio was sacrificed cuz the message was unclear
so they advised MTV as the next frontier
No my vices don't know what nice is
though with flow like gold they call me Midas
sick like a virus and hard like a diamond
Throw some avant-garde rhymes in you get me, the tyrant
If you never knew me you don't know my angle
An explosive Roman candle whenever I'm not tranquil
cuz I'm corrosive to the touch too much to handle
A vandal to instrumentals with no chains and a flannel
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Trifolium
Member since January 19 2014