The meetings with the feeders where they scold you. What the fucks rebellion if you do it when you're told to? These new Jedi need CGI to try to be fly. Im a ninja mutant turtle that'll stab you in the eye with a sigh. Whether checkers or playing chess I aint playing just to win. I want the pawns to kill the queen and leave a miserable king and other things. Glasses ching ching while the fat bitch sings. Same ones parrot saying young mans game are sitting at home claiming fuckin x box gang. Climbing up the steps to get to heavens gate. I dipped my Nikes in some kool aid brought a dinner plate. I'm here to eat em up those are just part of the guilty indiscretions put em on recordings I don't even try to hide em keep you guessing. They feed me cuz I feed them. My Uncle Charles are you still missing them? If deaths the destination i got self help. Occupied with occupations is your best felt. If I didn't mind dying poor I might try more. Doesn't mean i wont run up the score. Silly with the syllables your symphony sucks though. I was only put here to drink beer and fuck hoes. Drink responsibly fuck infertily. Protein mineral beer absurd speech. Sadder guru with badder juju. Trying to levitate and get paid to talk my doo doo. What the fuck do you do? Wake up to self talks mirror games of chess. The pawns are taking L's nightly tally up their deaths. I think i might have fucked around and missed the music boat it was probably the titanic anyway. One could hope. I'm not content with making content from the onset absorb your scrambled thought make an omelet. Better shit happened here to worse motherfuckers me and Claude we treated the bars like church motherfuckers. I put the shoe on the other foot walked a straight line you were in the oppositions locker during game time. I'm only smart next to dim wits. Kind of a reminder of my past acquaintances. I went from forty ounce to green juice in both accounts try not to taste the shit. Hey wasted kids. I had the best times of my life with the worst people that I've probably ever known. And all of their clones. I could never say I didn't do jack though. Got too many bar tabs to prove that though. Twelve years a drunk. Lost in the sauce. Dirty dog days braze the poison dripping off my paws. My opioid receptors are only receptive to deceptive spirits entering the party scantily appearance. Shit. At this point I cant even write a bad rhyme. Its writes itself. Time after time. Hip hop ruined my life that's why I love it. Same way you feel about that lady that you're stuck with. Shout out to everyone with crippling anxiety that makes it not seem worth being in this society. Show me a sane man I will cure him for you. Super nova cane in the pure flame broil.