11/2/26

people more concerned with themselves than the state of the world

evils galore spurn inside of hell, then these faces unveil

either or makes my stomach turn, incels making me wanna hurl

closest they'll ever get to another's insides, know it won't be a girl

"leave no stone unturned" they say, demons among us posing as innocents

"I never did a lick of this," my vomit heaves and hos as I'm in the midst to witness it

why do they insist on it, to my knowledge, no queens n' hoes stand as intimates

what makes them pop out their chrysalis, is it the benjamins? watch butter fly as I sizzle this

sip on this, I'm sick of this, always malignancy in their cup, trying to spread beef

like, why would people do that? and the next thing you know, they're talking about how you led beef

dogs in a sense, they rip apart red meat, but once you read "meet," you never came

put down the do-dads, and I got another question, do dads leave their family for a set of keys?

maybe they think they can open new doors, sleaze new whores, or creep through wars

if he thinks he can just diss and run, watch this G2 leak new pores, leave you

breathin' out your arm like an earthworm, leave you laid alone in the dirt, I'm too bored

I'll split your head in half, then square the lead; do the math, now it's two dead halves and a G4

I don't mean to get violent, just angry at the state of things now

the bling blow, metaphorical more than anything, what people think about

instead of being good people, because fuck morality, it's immortality

that gets you kleos, so I'd rather stay a while than respect a child

not trying to play the kid card, but let's keep it PG, I f*** with that

I'm f***in with that, some kiddos sayin' they f***in on that

who's gonna tell 'em? when he cries about the site's shouts is the only time a p***y gets wet

in the vicinity, this sh*t really killin' me, he must be f***ed in the head, for real

now this is very uncharacteristic of me, I'm being violent and repetitive

maybe this song is just a representative

of my life's spiral, sometimes I might smile, not out of joy, but a trite mile

a path that I know the outcome to, but just have to grin at as I write my while

but maybe this path is new, because I'm not going to concede, no matter what happens

no matter what they say to me, I'm doing what I feel that I have to

type it out, write it out, record it in the mic, breathe it out as static

no matter what, it's my passion, and more importantly

it's my work