The End ?

I've been told it's the end, that its time to mend, So I must be sent,

to a world for repent, no more mic in my hand, so I stand, one more time in this stance,

middle finger locked in the upright position, my mission is complete, I completed a feat,

by makin everybody nod to the beat, I repeat, I never did cheat,

till my last breathe laying rhymes as solid as concrete, noone competes, I kill syllables in my sleep,

bringin belief to the beneath its a disease, to exceed and increase technique till i succeed,

i know what killing me it's the weed, fuck its a stampede, cause I agree to impeed, the children at the canteen,

it can't be, she's only sixteen, but she guaranteed, its my seed, where will this lead,

I can't have a kid I'm only passin school with C's,

wait what its deceased, with such speed that things got flipped upside down, Now I'm a clown,

all around town I frown, fuck I'm contemplating suicide now,

I scruntinize confusion the illusion of stupefied juvinile solution must be neutralised,

these ryhmes on my pad I must utilize, this perfect execution of profanity to excuse the ruinin of ya stupid children,

if i touch one in 7 billion, that'll be fullfillin, as I'm stockin myself with penicillan and silican,

before the antemeridian I'll plunge myself to oblivian my last words will piss of every indian and olympian<

Every politian and pediatrican, the fuckin physicians and technicians, mathamagicians,

and every god damned motherfucking, cock sucking, citizan

I've written my vision, escaped from a mental prison, devastated tradition

and in addition this edition is only the beginnin of the transmission, begin the transistion,

of aquisition of ammunition for the oppositions proposition, is this the end, or just an intermission ?