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