combusting

jog to the kiosk where a dude with frostbitten palms from a crossfit box says he saw a wallet fall

dog gnawing a sock by a Mazda with fog lights that turn on every time the exhaust pops off

a log of disastrous memoirs that scrawl like they’re authored by lost pricks who fought off exhaustion

with long walks through malls with no water, and all for a wallet that probably dropped

when i stopped to unscrew the cap on a bottle of baja blast at a pump, been dumpin the trunk

mustard and crust on my dunks and i’m thumping percussion, disruptin your buddies with punches

huddled with a budget of nothing, uppcercut buzzing like i snuck in with bundles of it

busting through bunkers with bundles of luggage like it was just coming from under the shuttle

gunning like Rucker, disruption like plumbing in gutters, your company’s cluttered with puppets

i’m up in the function, you’re like a bus with no muffler, i rush it and jump it, I’m dumping a dozen under a cover

from summer editions I tucked in the cupboard, i’m just in a tunnel combusting, dumping your bundles

and turning your verses to nothing but mulch in a bucket, I’m hungry like Bundy on runs from the public

and hundreds of others who suffered huddled in rusted out huts in the gutters, you stumble

nothing but mumbling customs, stubs in a duffel that bust at the bottom like butter, it’s sudden

structured destruction, you just another who sucks, motherfucker, keypad’s dented and sticky with jelly

the smell hit me heavy, a bucket of pennies left under a chevy that hadn’t moved in like maybe centuries

the guest manual was edited by someone petty with no empathy, don’t unplug the router, don’t pet Jeffrey

the bedding was shredded, the headboard was nailed to the wall with what looked like spare keys

and the TV was mounted crooked above a dead plant in a crate that held pepsi

stood in the kitchenette next to a kettle, a set of mugs that smelled like celery, lemon seltzer fell over and hit the tub of jelly

which was labeled Jeff’s and yes, Jeff was apparently the same thing I wasn’t supposed to pet

you maneuvered through this like a dude who just googled shit, the truth is I bruised ya

lyrically, you’re the dude in the booth that the engineer muted on cue, your debut was reviewed as a fluke

flew through your whole feud like a news crew in a zoo shoot, i’m immune, ruin your whole attitude

you snapped like a bad bracket at March Madness, tryin’ to act like your track matched what I’m packing

but you panicked when I landed in a Cadillac with a flask and a Jackrabbit hat from a gas station

half masked with a hand drawn map of your last path and a camera that captured your panic attack

in the back of a cab while your apple maps app lagged, i handle attacks like a master mechanic dismantling chassis

with hammers attached to her ankle straps, i flattened your package and shipped it with tracking

stamped it in caps and then handed it back, i’m past you like laps around racetracks

and mascots in trash bags, i’m slashing your chances like scratch offs, smashing it in the gravel

with backlash while they yell trash that, hand slap like Madden pass stats, i’m that fast

blasting you with a gas mask and a backpack at a back alley lab with a wax dummy standing for rap class