Written Freestyle

[I Consider A Written Freestyle Being Similar To A Verbal Freestyle, In The Manner That It Is Written Without Revision And Written Until Completion]

 

This is "Child's Play"/ like Chucky raised with a tell-tale/ without fail/

Finding a way to insert an incision/ in another dumbfounded and confused victim/

Cutting throats for blood to spray/ like Pyle's retribution day/

Escaping from another institution stay/ with restitution pay/

Using every distribution/ from each donated contribution/

A mass market error/ for a night of terror/ that every one will lose in/

Tying up any loose ends/ as evil dolls make things more confusing/

Walking out the deep end/ as bloods drips off the sharp pin/

Before anyone can find an end/ to the evil hidden within/

Delay tactics are creating a whirlwind/ to mask how this all began/

Letting evil violently in/ for the next unsuspecting female lying in bed/

Stripped of clothes and tied to every corner bedpost being forced to give head/

But this is lacking traction/ like an asthmatic gasping for action/ and ending up dead/

 

Nothing new could ever be said without reaction/ but I'm refusing any retraction/

No fraction in the faction that I am in/

I just laugh and take each hit with a grin/

With diction bending each truth with a pen,

What interpretation am I allowed to send?

Pushing any boundary just for a win?

After the last rap, I'm just an apparition/ sending this as an attempt for communication/

Walked right into that trap/

Setting the stage set for a final act/

Every lie started becoming fact/

The devil made another pact/

So I sold my soul to save my back/

Betray this and snapback to a spit roast that splits most/

Like Joseph's brothers and his many color coat/

Or Lot's wife turning into a sodium chloride solid post/

Or Abel's brother wanting to be the one to boast/

Or Jonah trying to betray his mission, escaping in a boat/

 

The naive cling to a reason to hope so they can cope with the evil around/

But there isn't an up from down, just a lost and found/

Death is a blow that silences anyone around/

Eventually everything moving will stop making any sound/

No Mario pound is gonna shake the ground/

As the hungry killer moves from town to town, bodies start creating a mound/

Panic starts setting in as anxiety starts making your decision no better than someone with Down's/

 

With careful precision, the best is simplicity for attacking your enemy

Anyone that gets sent to me, already knows my mind is an abnormality

Ready to create a mystery of misery with a disarray of dizzying lyrical mastery

 

Praying past positioning per partition pretending,

Professionals protect persons pending.

Quietly quaking quirky quest questioning,

Quite quickly quitting quotes quite rationally,

Reasoning right reactions remaining ready,

Reserving rides rotting ripe situations steadily,

Seeing stops so starting some stipulations seems smart,

Trying to trust those that top the twisting time to upstart,

Unemployment uniting under unions unfortunately using untrustworthy understanding unlike vesting,

Vexing very valuable visions visiting vocabulary vulgar venom vocally while winning,

Wishing war wasn't what we wanted when we go into war torn countries.

We don't know how to practice peace,

Like killer bees, it just isn't in our nature to cease,

War mongering companies groom us with ease.

 

Intimacy is taboo on TV but bloodshed is slotted for primetime violence, believe me.

Crime and murder keep our attention for free,

Our government hiding their intentions under lock and key,

Patriotism pushed that freedom isn't earned unless we bleed.

War profiting is keeping this drive of insanity to quench their greed,

Brainwashed to believe war keeps freedom, life, and liberty.

Let's stop pretending and learn what the end is in,

The causation is about money, oil, and intimidation.

No need for speculation, follow the money and the truth won't stay hidden.

 

Raise up the army of the dead,

Not mummies, the dummies that only sit and are looking to be spoon fed.

The sheep are plenty in a country that jails so many,

Keeping us like zombies in front of our TV's.

Suppress the strong willed citizens in order to limit the truth from being spread.

Too many thoughts lay to waste in my head, the demons keep cluttering my shed...