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Kafkaesque
- I dream of fast cars and hot women who gag hard
- Pause, that was a bad bar, look at all the sad stars
- Y’all cash cows act wild and then crash hard
- And it’s past dark, I’m creeping in your backyard
- Shitting on your roses while you sleeping human
- Exaggerate poses and masturbate while fumin’
- Ejaculating flames, the hot stick hits the union
- Like a dragon esophagus, what the comments is?
- Y’all wanna be Wallace’s all up in my conferences
- Well yall better step a foot back before I move
- You say you’re clever but lack cheddar you fool
- I’m better than you, fuck a label and a group
- I’m punching naval troops, snorting nasal residue
- Torching neighborhood ghouls contorting my views
- Wrap em in plastic til the oxygen levels plummet
- Y’all do what others say, y’all some rebel puppets
- This is Kafkaesque straight from the Java fest
- Making a hotter mess, gobbling your lava chest
- Cuz it’s so hot when I drop this molten on it
- You wanna dry me but I’m immune to the bonnet
- I kill crews with mastery, fill pools with abrasion
- An ill fool who’s skilled too and is never complacent
- Whose killed few with real tools in my basement
- Made deals too with SEAL schools for some faces
- JFKs in pockets, I reach down for some cash
- Touch a hookers lipstick I left in my pocket last
- Night, aight, I know I’m a veteran of the rap casts
- Like I get last laughs and solve the math graphs
- Even war soldiers comeback and dress wack
- That PTSD reallly smash like a QB sack
- I dream in glitter, prostitutes make me heal quicker
- I steal steel toed shoes and meet with pill givers
- They sell liquor out the shop surrounded by cops
- We chop them like pork and eat them with forks
- Popping corks and pouring the juice on rocks
- Never lose nor flop, this is Kafkaesque, the flock
- Carrying dead birds on shoulders like Pirates rock
- This is Kafkaesque straight from the Java fest
- Making a hotter mess, gobbling your lava chest
- Cuz it’s so hot when I drop this molten on it
- You wanna dry me but I’m immune to the bonnet
- Beach house by the cathedral, sex with myself
- To the best of the organs, making paintings melt
- Catching changes of myself falling the love
- Catch me in a range with another brother to hug
- Who wants a hug from the Kafkaesque slug
- That I put inside dudes I deemed as uncool
- Sorry uncle, my eyes are drug full, fun too
- I see life in different shapes and renders, man
- Last night I puked ink on top of a pentagram
- Say I’m a poet but nobody even knows it
- That’s why you stoic faves frozen everyone I go in
- Cuz yo you been closing in saying I ain’t got it woven in
- What? The rhymes, the mind, the shrine, ever bring I’ve moulded since
- I was a jit packing dunkaroos to the brim
- Instead of frosting it was cocaine, super grim
- Like the MC who barred with Kool G, not Slim
- Not him, not her, I’d rip off a puppy’s fur
- And curl it cool, glue to to my head, you concur?
- Or did I strike a nerve in the vermin of the earth
- Which is you, time to sign off the track little worm
- Witch is you, spellcatching fapmaxxing brittle germ
- Kafkaesque
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