In The Air MetaRap
• Written by Lowercase-G
Cutting them down, clearly fucking around,
the clown drops to the ground, hammer in hand
no mercy to be found, skulls get smashed in
They get bashed in. I am crashing, Mashing,
gut gashing, harassing minorities
Am I boring? Damn! Just take more of these.
Fake ignorin' me? Please be more at ease.
Seek to be an ornery cornerpiece.
My advice Free yourself from horny me
Hold your hassling, explode through scaffolding.
touch her again, I'll be catching a fine,
condemned for a crime, stuck serving time.
Covered in phlegm, wondering why and when;
free asking spree, ask lastly, why with him.
Expecting practically bloody sprees
that may never end. Spit, spray, ascend, FRIEND
Whip up advice for kid me; I pretend.
Say
before this devil makes his rounds.
Don't run,
don't rest.
Your life expectancy is a joke; a jest
To make you see that your life is worthless
realize that for you there's no purpose
Maybe now you know what real hurt is.
Truth's a feeling similar to burning
when you're stuck upon the ceiling still yearning
for incredible journeys,
ineffable learning, greater earnings,
you missed; that you'll never experience.
Something new, that you can never do
You've missed out, somehow on existence.
Like why are you eatin' rotten biscuits
You been acting like you listless you miss
this, the truth is, it's cute shit, but useless.
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Lowercase-G
Member since December 14 2016