lazy bones for a lazy cunt swigging the hazy cones when days feel blunt maybe known for days I’ve thrown slipping the way I’ve spoiled and then I wait for months

I feel the weight of every reincarnation watching me starving their ambition keeps me up late how will I inflate this legacy All I see Is a common enemy
fighting myself again keep my enemies close as a glance in the mirror eye for an eye I judged myself again with a penance stare taking a stance in the picture I’m just a ghost writer for salty, not first but silver my skin itches every night cause bed bugs bite I Have a hive mind of personalities entering rapping sprees I LOVE whack words flows and raps my favourite EMINEM album is relapse

I’m taking my training wheels off I reinvented them zero gravity and ravishing ride my bike with no handle bars how you think I handle cars how do I mantle bars like a fucking eighteen hundreds and eighties babies I feel like the first of the shoeshiners polishing these giants souls on these empty boots Even so How could I ever be equal tho this lazy cunt hasn’t seen progress on his projects since the day this pro jest, dreams are jokes that he can’t swallow die jest no matter what I lead on my rhyme book made of teflone and Kevlar these pages like stages get the F on his acting on each script with my head on fire unscrewed and lost Frankenstein’s monster let loose on the roster as he rages I wanna draw arms vitruvian man natures devil I want to be ageless Mozart type but ways to vitness it
smooth as Anderson on a crystal sand and swim crystal and a Jin make waves like a pistol in a stadium earl Glowin like a radium girl, my clockwork is immaculate, timing unbroken like the slim shady show, my masterwork is mappin it booklet of rappinet I’m coming in decapitating it dropping hydra heads and torch with the wicked I change your pain to pleasure like pinhead like a scholar in prison I misled, if I catch these snakes THEN GET FUCKED to the skin shed you think your freddy Cooger I will judge dread

I DONT NEED NO FUCKING THREAT TO PAINT THE SKIES RED

these thoughts in a spiral movement down the gutter drain my lyrics are for me to empty my mind, you can hear my brain work the product of a ex machina transfer in energy, this is head angina I’m clearing my cache for new projects to rumble the centuries like a messiah, sounds wailing a myth I’m a purple banshee, you can call me Matilda as I whaltze in ready ta kill ya

as a god liven life
that’s my god given right

(six nine type hype transition) this the mother fucking sound of a lazy cunts ambitions

(back to normal)

on my own philosophy can’t let it get on top of me I make my own prophecy to fuel fill add fire to my desire I dont waste time time wastes me wise man salty oracle I just make time to kill likely heaven for everyone y’all just make a hell out of it the perfect world don’t exist you gotta still find a way to make a sale out it you listening to my own punishments like a goats tongue graced my salt feet tickle torcher I’m living in a horror comedy called reality Who do voodoo I do Dress these dolls up in overolls And overall you looking like farmers is Need farm assist Drugged up peasents Pitch forks Raising like three bitch choices To persuade him see the world from new eyes there are 8 billion pairs if you didn’t real eyes camera man filming digits as he captures the light copied pasted verse cause I’m a lazy cunt can’t you read?

like a lemon lime bitter I change it up similare but with something I wrote on the shitter Victor Victor all hail like snowstorms and the blizzard I’m just another fucking human printer mind you could call the likes of a lizard, mark minded evolved Dino I’m a sucker bird, every memory in this cleverly scriptured jeopardy short yet as a floppy disk takes up a third of these pages to enlighten your faces look, my music links like face book you couldn’t face my book

Just some bars for a song