On fire

if someone could teach me

to not start angerly spitting

and make these little children begin screaming like scarred little bitches

as if i was a mad little kid throwin tantrum at an ant the just picked me

or as if someone threw his hands at me meaning to damage me deep and instead just manage it cleanly

cuz these demons has been violently licking me with the tip of their tongues and i feel em as if they were shooting heroin in the bullet of large caliber pistols at each one of my knees

they been eating at me as if i was raw meat

so im turning to a savage beast with ink and a mission after tapping a glass of this whisky

and staring a while at the mirror

then i ask why the fuck am i here?

if it was for me i'd say im a mad lyriccyst

but im not cocky so lets just leave it here,

i just follow my instincts

a latin american kid with hollow tissue

ready to be filled with the traits of a genius

so if you wanna be me just dont try to think it in case you jinx it with jealously envy, and thats a fist to malicious haha

and sorry but saying it is not my decision

dont kill the messenger, i been filled up by a symbiont

dont take it serious tho, but i envision people gettin mad at me thats my prediction,

well thats just people, as usual bursting my comment section like insolent ignorant killers haha

so i keep chopping these lyrics

throwing em right at your ears

with the intent to cause a bad brash to the livers of whoever tries to attack me with insults by hammering it nonstop till the squeal plain and simple

im an average sinner whose mission is to make it up alive while still living

and to be honest, im starting to feel a walking zombie mindless and ripping everyone in a eight mile radio

just call me the reaper

im carving any soul i find in the streets walking or sitting, running or crippled, hiding and creeping

and thats all i gotta say im running out of minutes i needda pill to calm this anxiety driving me up to the hills as if i was a car with a new exhaust system added in its engine

it feels like a hike in the beverly hills

but in fact its a mountain higher than the weight of the shame these bitches carries on their hips, plus their massive tits together are giving them a back thats archin folded in pieces

the same way i cut them in smitherens like a canibal hungry for killing,

starvinf to catch a cheek and leave her smeared with the lipstick all over face after whacking her lips just like a senior in his first year getting slapped like a kid, peace.

 

wait.. you thought i was leaving? sikes i was just kiddin i just started getting comfy so grab your popcorn for a better feeling

i said, pop a corn, then suck a cock and latch it to your arched back while you readin this

and soak this semen like sponge bob cumming in patrick and turning him to a shooting star straight to squid ward in his panties dancin to this rhythm

i also feel someone lacking presence in the city.. wait isnt that mrp?

i said, im mad, sick and ill

like a freaking cyst thats hatching eggs in your inners

cuz this lyricist aint gonna let get anybody get away aslong as hes on watch of arkham the city

batman packing a fidget spinner to kill his victims,

first i taste em like hot liquid,

place the venom very deep with my teeths

then i drink the blood out of em like acid mixed with toxic waste from a whole city's sewer

also props to fraust, homie you got heart, i feel you and you'll blow up sooner

so check the watch and stare at the triple sixes comin at your face like three fricking fingers right in your eyes like im a satanist whose only intent is to cause you suffer and pain as long as you're alive and breathing,

and i dont forget to chop up your feets like a lumber jack to the trees

yeah i treat them like shit and im not even mad in fact im giving them treats

so if you got the idea to come at me better pack it back fore i send you to sleep under a bridge

oopsies i just lost track of time so im out, goodbye, peace and kisses.