ahem, “next up is a goner called recumbent 15 year old crazy joke of a teenage girl hopelessly tired of proving science still can’t co exile unsidle intellectual security, fantasy OG, now meet a true A. B. 2 b B. A. adversary...”
“you gonna answer that?”
i’m hardly 23 at this point, not on my own but never wasn’t fighting alone to let my dignity rest alone disowned too still who’s checking no too many years to go until about this. ctrl alt for now. i’m still trying to master something as simple as holding own my hands right but wow?
i’m pretty sure you're not supposed know the exact lengths you should already be willing to fight for and go to just to stay out of your own status quid to stat scope site but nobody knows whose baby’s in the corner now, right. so, i guess there won’t be a better time to be left, right? seriously, obi wan, we need you, and whatever this is in your know how to hold a fire down now, just keep guessing how to self soothe before you lose proof and find princess toadstool still won’t let you keep your trophy raping baby waiting in the dark shaking in your own stupid easy bake gungeon. breaking verizon’s shadow at no dawn thirty shadows of colossus fucked up wario one ups fucked like your instant regret one night stance rock for rock lee still aint kind enough to make myself stand like instant regret
buh which. who? talking to me? i’m sorry … we don’t make a lay up for a princess leia. fish for late or price carrie never had to prove she was a B.A. player ghost running for herself in the first place, but already no showing for her own bitter stowaway better than someone’s un rigged race of a bad prank turnt croak. just so you know flashmob just a rogue road rash hog until they’re not bad actors in bad pranks stale fines in a bad crate since queen beryl just another teenager named apple at midnight licking young love hugging flames called flash mud bomb riding 91 cash for riot but who still can’t or won’t do the right thing, riot!
instead i’m making every play for you left and player one upped for an admitting west loss like danger owns a destiny wing but some cow farting letters still wetter than @deferk2s heffer method holmes, late, 360 minutes, still waiting on godot, wattson’s been long dead and -- “yeah see... see, yeah.”
I better fucking be my own worst enemy, cause ayn rand’s still too young to be the buttress that’s been trying to jaw lock me, injustice league cease, i will take a whole force. your whole police force. i’m in a league of my own lines, on my own time, without the tightrope safety of a platinum blonde network, unpolluted by time, professionally socially inept without a net worth, “still lock on for a good time?” “held.”
Hell yeah! I know how to laugh like a villain just to prove I can rap, sure, yeah
we can over turn a wikipedian over mature but a rapture sounds a little more than crazy sure, no, maybe i really need to swear babies are born this weak or else I’m still the one and lonely tuesday tuesday tuesday crazy one, no? then whose mirror still aint smoke and fogging this prodigal tongue? I won’t run from your bills not until your pin drops louder than my mic drop and this bubble comp pisses drumpf death by pennies like it should, since every monday in this grown knee week never stays a first when it
grab your lenses, scoping. if and when rabble rebels rise at least we stay open how many angels hold olympic rings for another wasteless date night abyss of an eyelash wish lapse. lost my checklist, when you clicked bait and i was so quick. secret is i’ll still switch my love for your axe. i don’t even want ask what i don’t have to prove just tried and true show to know how through I’ve been proving I am and we’ve all been done with all of you so do me this favor, in this moment, everyone can stop kissing ass but if i stop a foe now to throw a flow down, it wont grow back the right order, can’t barely read breathe without honor, teach me how dougie colder brow then bench with me on the bleachers and cheer no body, no crime nor ghost shall be held in a prison cell called night when the angle was right, christ, miranda never sounded as right but tonight since your angels are stone cold, could you decide slower between your dough, duff or beer holder before a childish gambit bambino told no bambi knows no to gamble on the ashes of a rising phoenix burning in hell with the negative space of a trident for a penis
oh excuse me, I can’t define history’s own confessional, maybe someday the only smithing you might of missed out off was left running spigots out the rough sketch diamond mine cause you’re shoulder’s too cold to know true charcoal. i mean i can be mean. oh. you dummy. oh dumb-me. you can’t put a trick candle out if no one’s betting on a wesson, and so what? my favorite past time, well, still too fast for ridgemont, but still borrowing too blue to catch rhymes just pass up a dove’s eye, so I -- should at least be allowed to stand my ground up to any man who can't ground and pound down now not even for a ring, pop. so if she really liked you then she wouldn’t let a ring pop. trust me my ass has been magnetized to my metal burned insides for mother switching hoverboard and you will never ever even haven’t been my absent father, in but out like a glitch clock rhymes with justice tried one hundred and 180 tommy two times two times classic lucky you’re my federal eye on a queer lie, maybe a robber in the hood should be marveling the white knight wing’s mantle for the better bad good mental frame rate lost in the wit we wassailing everyday in my wrassling ring,
yet who’s asking black canaries to teach your cat atomic pillar of a battle crying butterfly to sing, could a dr let a batarang ring but when the phones blinks gloat for woke O’s for OFFRED Ti122 thousand and wait, well, then if not me please explain how we’re all equally whelmed, if washington didn’t take control over its own circle jerking helm, i just hope the real crazies no joke can still drive a white oval office rush rocket, blue bomber your balls man. dog gone lion for something simpler, no bigger DUI in the public eye, KRS1
if it's really the best part of a zucker's blessing i guess then... these? which shores keep holding everybody else down to back to forward for me? keep the soulless dank trolls waving mags that way toward the goldie lion scenes how do you mean Justice wasn’t perpendicular or parallel parked for how much longer than an instant, man?
Was it a black man in a white cadillac or the psycho killer still tracking you in his white van? Was your justice blind for just as short of a time that it took for no one else to verify a fake death certificate?
So. When will you admi† maybe this should my burden, I could stand to prophet a lease on loan, let a crazy celebrate laika hubble. psycho baby killing bard floating in around, or, save a hymn for me, Homer pretty pleased like a peach floating glass encompass rock hovering dog gone a bubble. maybe it could be, maybe it should be pronounced higher kilroy, AKA N O 47 the OK keystone OG over killjoy free thrown, ya yo overgrown robo. Admitted. It looks a lot less admirable when all you need -- ever needed was a better bitter nickname for your efforts than Admiral. so I’mma let you finish KZ, i’m a let you finish but first lemme riddle you this one a little better Dr, hold on to your litter. i mean i still mean i’m stuck on this one Dr, i’ll do us both a favor just to help you get unstuck, unscrewed from your bad luck and my even worse timing dude, just cause everybody gets one, i mean accepting if you were born on the right side of your own son, sun. so
dance for butch cassidy or apparently transparency was the wrong crime no better time to own I’ve always just been guessing the right move, the wrong trigger, and somehow my biggest frenemy will always look bigger. but as your eternal intern and temp guest it must be time to get REKT from this tumour we entombed with your bad cents and humour cause if you don’t start digging then i’ll be damned if i cannot walk my own yeezy damned flock under the flaming brimstone coming from your pride loving river in the east.
yeah you better believe it. i might still back up for vega’s, swipe left for sega genesis or was the dreamcast away too right even then cause there’s still more than two ways to say majora’s mask just ain’t arcana, so if you really love Navi then shut up luke, and listen cause i can’t figure out who else is trying teach my kid a real way to keep your nuee ardente under water until you understand a word i single word i’ve been saiyan since you real plebs still limit electricity, too busy bleeding pleads pleasing yourself to flip time on your own watch, date and setting.
still have the audacity to say only a prodigal sun hasn’t been setting, so. charlie settled on a belly up belly of a whale still forgetting microscopically nobody gives a shit when your palms are sweating, baby, mm-mm. but as a fellow, fish out of water, i’m losing armor quick, so pretend to solve an obvious problem upstream while we’re laughing like the real problem was all ways only the bees, waxing our incontinence just to save face for incompetence,
i already Killmonger sixth sense. so in this appointed conversation it’s no one’s turn on the left
and if i stop laughing at myself consider the gap placed in debt,
i guess you should say as the new pride and prejudice i’m really rather humorless, or maybe the real Joker’s always been pulling the good shit over your head cause only homie bullets keep biting you after your dead, but their reality was never Arkham, so prove it, who cares which lark broke the window, when scamming was already a commandment called No Go, try to catch me if can on your go-pro, too slow bro, cause I can - can only swear on truth man and no one but the truth means not without land. i said uh i mean i said uh imma shoryuken!
so tanked, gratefully I’ll keep asking all them all these questions I still need better answers for like: how come with no shirt i get a better soft celph serve ya? but never when your own mothers hoarse screaming at your own reception, but a signal would never goes against intellect, no question, well it ain’t now, certainly not cause my shiny blues are the shit, cause if i’m not perpetually serving as the blue footed door feet of berkeley, then somebody call a dick named tracy, like my smile never makes me sick, but angelica suor we couldn’t fake a better government into a secret show, hold no pardons oh no if i dare to dress apart for a dead red scare, sea, still don’t need no cosmic moon to cause no cosmic makeup to make-up no shit, sherlock smells a rampage named havoc no thought I wrought about you.
yeah, I guess i’m pretty humourless, dead serious.
corner backed by the orig trig midichlorian karate kid, phoenix wronged razing wizards to warrior shift the blame to mitigate your selfie wrecking hate who didn’t might of conned you back in oregon one twenty two and an eight round house power house kicked your yoga back to dinosaur wife flower hour prism cell. try me, then flounder louder, Chowder.
so happy. may date over. after silence laughter faster oh why ne’er do a fender won’t spell phat for the better. I won’t lie when i still can’t correctly snap black judgment like the back of my claw pad, he’s so orange it’s sad, on the upside no better line fits, he’s so mad it’s like somebody tried to frame Satan. i mean Santa’s still rotting in my chimney otherwise why would every other not the right white “dude” be jealous that they aint my white bloody and blue daddy, so sad, so true, so quit forgetting who did the voodoo did the you do just for you and pull the whole crew your one true favor, a yoo hoo for a you glue, draw curtains back on a remiss reminiscent tupperware container saving your no track mind for rainier day the real way to stay chill and relax - the way i do.
Reinforce your back stray cat, feral or free? here’s the biggest fuck you to most clueless blue clue, fresh prints in snow tints, still i’m the only pleb around brave enough to tell me the truth was it the only kernel or the only muster gaslighting your old new star killer hope and angst for a broke bloke from the get go 2000 and oh no there goes the economy, still we play the lottery in nameless aim of vagabond wanderer whoa but neo’s not the one, oh yeah spoiler alert, we won. so then where’s the freaking ozone, frozone? but you’re not my neighbor or my mother, sugar, brother, so don’t try to lie to me nor even to my face you can never over 1% divide by me, accept you already tried over my own dead body
so, not until you look in the mirror with me the way I do, telling your villainous reflection that only love can maybe save you - the way i do. Hear the last swan song drown in your dream every time you wake up just to try and fall back asleep - the way i do. Trap your own fate within every date - the way I do, declare clarity is charity - the way I do. citizen woke, loiter in a red zone, so everyone together now try to grow from broke now, but how to rip off the only smooth talking devilicious two step moon walked into my trap door,
hm strong but not bad for spying in on my email boxing ring. it’s called an instant pentagram, Mr. 9/11 Man. so get ready to snipe the first millennial born falcon tanking knee crew who grew up just waiting for me and my whole crew lately show boat trash waiting to watch you. now
lose.
