Thrill

Living for the thrill of it

On the mic I’d kill a kid

Off the mic got bills and sin

Rode my bike off of a cliff

And survived

I purr like

A kitty cat

Got a shitty dad

A little mad

A pickle that

Is very salty

Take a bite

Of royalty

And loyalty

To me is huge

You be a stooge

I be pee in pools

Don’t read the rules

Take baths on acid

At 3 or noon

 

Living for the thrill

I just popped a pill

I just copped a bill

I’m living for the thrill

I’m worthy

Of girlies

And of wearing

Hermes

No worries

No hurries

No FUCKS

But No herpes

 

 

BAR, were from another dimension, so don’t mention, the elections, we already voted, totally goated, often misquoted but never without something to say, dusted and paid, rusty and rain doesn’t wet me, I’m a vet G so don’t let me outta my cage im about to engage remove doubt and dismay and just pet thee, dog K9s can have thoughts benign and also what’s all these 9s to an 11, im a head trip headed to heaven walking through hell I’m phat and awfully swelled from the Sawdust in can smell you from a mile away your a stank pussy with a smile of decay, been a while and this day came for me like your babe…yeh.

 

 

I’m so far from goooooonne

I’m so far from goooooonne

 

 

cried for j Cole I’m alive and I’m bold AND the mic doesn’t fold but I’m fly and this flow is too wet for the road, ingest and explode, protesting for toads that I lick, I’m silent, and my mind is, projecting itself on the back of eyelids, I choose violence, I play chess on a checkerboard then heckle for the devil, lord. I’m just getting started I bust through the darkness, and lust for the sharpest bars, snap like a KitKat, I’m chocolate but

 

 

 

 

fuck 12 like I can’t count