Evolution of a Hatter
• Written by Blackjack_Rap
HAHAHAHA
Hatter's back up on the track, all you other fuckers 'bouta catch flack
When I stack words and attack, posted in black I'm skeleton Jack
King of the Pumpkin patch, bout to unlatch the hinges
Mister trickster caught up in binges, but no syringes, I save those for wenches
Then I get wrenches and jump their stump, beat their ass like Donald Trump
China white in their blood, zombies tryin' ta fight' through the HUD
Human development, is not relevant, Darwin was celibate
But I'm fuckin' evolution, the only tucked solution is to shoot them
Fuckin' monkeys into prostitution, sellin' natural for substitution
I'm a drippy hippie, tryna get trippy, but on the flip I might be crazy
Call me "Mr. Scorsese", directin' the Last Temptation
Of a nation, who is facin' more than they are contemplatin'
Self sedatin' medication on prescription with addiction
To a fictional life gave diction, worthless cotton makin' friction
Just slot in to the zoo, a concrete cell for one or two
I'm here to give my take, shake and break
As I stake my stake, I'm makin' Wonderland
Cheshire cat and a flower band, singin' praises for daisies
And all my fellow hat head crazies, get the tin on before they erase the
Way you think, hazy, on the brink, of being sane with a broken brain
Nothing to gain, and nowhere to budge, all your life steady turns to sludge
Black and deadly, still onward you trudge, uphill with a pill and a grudge
Cannot feel, killed the will to love, cause when push comes to shove
You gotta take it, gotta break it, ball and call till you fuckin' make it
If fate and luck say "You suck", get a switchblade and say "GET STUCK"
I don't give a fuck, and neither should you, time's too short, hour's too few
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Blackjack_Rap
Member since May 30 2016