thank friends and demolish your ...

critics seem to tell me a mix of either complimentary things or feed me

a metaphorical venomous stinger and leave me without any paramedic attention and bleeding

tellin me a use of capital letters is weird

or teasing manner attacking aesthetic appearnce

instead of adhering to conventional means and analyizing the lyrics

recently I recvieved abhorrent comment that said i was using resources given here

in a wrong fashion and telling me that rapapd isn't for satirically written stories

and to find a different method to release any of my impending poetry

and that only gives increasing amounts of ammo and more reason

to come back at em with adiment formed incentive to keep on with a torture

until they surrender upon of a set of tore knees

and send in tornados of a corsse wind in their way to shred up their torsos

with sentences storm system and into decayed corpses with chests in concaved

formatting and vortexes of paragraphs shattering more pieces and keeping the

reminants from each morbid event as a sentimental reminder of memories

storage as a piece of ornamental decor over top of the fire pits mantel thats roaring

examine the past of this lyrical master or ignore it and

suffer a lethal injection in each of your vessels

as an appearing consequence for you lack your lack of perception as you clearly skim over

the pieces without actually reading in depth of its premise or morals

and sending me flak forwards escpecially when you address it with michievious

force and neglect to inject any reasoning for or beneficial report of structured criticisms

support just visionless vicious and weakening blizzardous winds you send

like a freak storm judging me discourse when if I where to treat you equally for it

and respond back with a speach of enormous catastrophic and evil assortment

of lyrical wrath of a spiritual force and a massive gathering of a satanic legion

in hordes leavin enemies cerebrals completely battered abandoned and bleeding

from sores on the street and its floor weaving with heavy traffic speeding in back and forth

cause when I release a beat or record it's melody's borded between neurotoxic emissions

and lizzie borden and when you finally heal from your misfortune and bodies complete disordering

and send in another pathetic attack i grin my teeth at you and laugh thinkin

that you could ever enfore an armaageddon or advance forth inside of this seen war

is a synthetic dream born in the depths of your innefective obscene cortex

it becomes pretty evident and easy to see when reading your sets of irrelevent worth

and i'm 100% sure in saying that a more approprtiate name for your shit would've came

from a definition of swedish origin cause I secreet the vapors of C4 and rap agent orange that your breathin

in a sealed inside of a heat seeking and raging hornet and your less puttogether

than a bedroom set inside of an ikea store is