I take it to a place that exists in places, eclipsed By God-fearing men - that's an atheist's wish The pain I inflict is as deranged as the pissed off parents aiming the clips, in case the Casey Anthony case, is dismissed.

Face it, legit Mastodon - 'cause the Matrix the glitch...

Still keep it basic, as if a tape was replaced, with a Disc.
The creationist when I'm making this 'ish
Trace the lineage to the stages in which I placed in the mix
Through phases, which is to say it's a waste of a diss
To go at somebody's head, when I can break 'em, to bits.
Many pages, they couldn't pay me, to nix.
I take it to a place that exists in places, eclipsed
By God-fearing men - that's an atheist's wish
The pain I inflict is as deranged as the pissed off
parents aiming the clips, in case the Casey Anthony case, is dismissed.
I know that was long ago...
When I think how the verdict was read...
I felt like the justice system got turned on its head...
Couldn't believe that I heard what was said...
A little kid don't deserve to be dead...
I wish that fucking bitch got murdered, instead.
Yet, here we are, in the worst timeline possible...
Can't make the past define my obstacles...
Rather trip over each one n' keep running, then stop...
Till I'm fumbling, got one of them off....
My leg, 'cause I'm stumbling a lot.
You motherfucker's have got to be kidding me...
Literally... dribbling little puddles of idiocy into bigger streams
of stupidity... sizable enough for Olympic swimming teams
It is thee' epitome of the biggest saliva rivers seen
In recent history... put your dunce hats on n' explore...
The wonders of why I don't want to be on, anymore.
If I'm going to be honest, I'm bored of all of it - the politics
Or y'all pompousness. An obvious cover for your misplaced cockiness.
Been popping 'ish since Netscape n' floppy discs
56k obsolesce, n' days to print your 6-page documents
That's why you're mad. I get it. Lil' dick energy.
Ironically crushing you, mentally. Pussy's a vague memory.
I hate Mondays. No shit, Sherlock. I'd hate it, too.
Strap a strap-on when you raid the womb... needle dick.
Fall inside of it - contraception, is meaningless.
Your penis is seen as an intravenous drip, bitches wouldn't even dream of it
Let alone worry. Is it inside of her yet?
The inside of her is dry and upset being denied from what it's been trying to get
Her vaginal wall is 'crying' with that kind of neglect..
Ironically crying's the only time it gets wet...
Ouch. That was below the belt... cut the breaker befo' you can phone, for help.
While you're home alone, you felt an uneasy feeling...
Creaking noises and silhouettes when you see the ceiling...
In the movies, it seems appealing...
Yet, in real life? No Jesus healing or rosary. Rose from the grave's upholstery.
With the bones of a slave... exposed and afraid...
In the hole for so many days
I opened the tolls so the roads can be paved
Back and forth between ending on weird bar counts naturally, like this so...
MY past is despite this growth... proportionate to my future tense...
Dream like state, but still awake, in a lucid sense.

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Give you parrots the cold... shoulder, wanna copy my talent? The trapeze artist so skillfully concocting the balance... I mean it's awkward, at how the kids come at me when they thought they can challenge... A beast who slaughters so regularly, a crew mops up his palace...

Time to yell, rhymes expel the kind of heat... That Satan couldn't handle in the furnace room, while he tried to sleep... I mean, venomous rage when this pen's engaged... penetration... his head's aching from all the fucked up medication... They'd never face em... why the fuck would they? Battle in hell... a pressure gauge of talent that's shattering wells... From a different planet, n' I must say that Saturn's swell.. I've had it, the smell ...of defeat in the cavern dwells.. I got an ego that needs to be popped, repeatedly... rock... your drive, I'm never parked, so why the fuck would I be in a lot? His stream of talent? well, it seems like a-lot... A genius, thought to be the next incarnation of Einstein with every line rhymed... It's my time, don't get clocked out... Fucking naked... baring my soul, it's apparent, I swallow arrogance whole... Give you parrots the cold... shoulder, wanna copy my talent? The trapeze ...

So give me this ratchet, bitch. A prick, more than a Cactus is. I crack your ribs on the McDonald's Arches, so I can watch it split at several different axises.

LOL @ the dust around from the mushroom cloud crushing, wow! Fucking clown! Yeah, how does it feel to be under ground? (Huh?) Literally. You can't get rid of me. Every bit of D- N-A is like a relay of keys placed, for you to Freebase... on A destructive nature of touching paper. A victim of habit. Up in your head, cause he lives in the attic like Roger from American Dad, scribbling at is.. notebook.. with Rachel McAdams face on the cover... he's physically had it. Needs Zoloft to doze off. So his father keeps... given em' tablets.. He sits in the blackness, drawing pictures of catfish. Why? Cause he's miserable, and considerably tragic. If you look at him, his innards are like a miniature of sinister lashes. So give me this ratchet, bitch. A prick, more than a Cactus is. I crack your ribs on the McDonald's Arches, so I can watch it split at several different axises. I don't know what I'd do without this rapping shit, I'd probably h...

Ironically, I don't buy the approach... that's for the consumers... That's before the computers cornered their users In a systemic war in supporting abusers By being misinformed, so you lose your sense of identity n' scorn the accusers... opinions form n' you choose a door to open for your new rulers...

Fuck looking for signs, I create them.... here's one, for instance... Shine light into the eyesight of one who rinses their thought process with skewed beliefs... See the stare of the nationalist, looking through the sheets That's the altitude that I choose to reach I drop a rudimentary only a few can teach The same reverence as the Pope has accomplished to a priest... Or whatever it is to you geeks; not that I'm counting... Bring rivers of worship to outweigh the drops in your fountain I mean, I drop it down... So, if it isn't to much to ask, I'm asking you not to drown. Conversely, remain in place. 'Cause it isn't safe to hop out, now. Agnostic for awhile. Couldn't ignore it, for long. I wasn't dead, at least not yet - I guess the mourners are wrong. Incense is in the air, I came prepared wit' a nose clip... See your one dimensional plain tilt down - that's how my foes, slip. Didn't think I no-ticed? Jaws get dislocated if ever throwi...

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