jacket snatches itchy mass
of blacken mystery match
liven my latch im an etch
sketch recreational patches
snickers cold stripes liquor
hatchet bold rashest will
pass this from classics too
ashes two ash marks mine
prospect *** often ratchets
\hey listen!

sloshy polar probable
mice in those oggles
no model spoke quirk
better bottle ship wreck
ditzy like a pic mess
myself unstoppable
not a ol day new rod
moldy the sand dune
petty like a gut rot
firstly i wrote to the
noticle noble when

crank ghosts elate my roses
Tupe frozen lakes of change
hosts casket lasso fragrance
my ace spokes lamest pose
predatory vain closed rain
snakes cope with chains as
open gashes claim me omen

bring class vouch
to the noose ouch
loose gripe Favour
my insight slouched
as cringe i arouse
into slickest of routs
anger house likely
queen slips despite

fetch through ghastly
burrowed as mead
drunken slurs of happy
firth relaxed ink
church becomes acne
marsh intact enact
like an acrobatic bat

collected ashes practiced forth
addict often rancid earth lavash
personal draft lasted laxin birth
actions ive hasent yet mansion
first is the tragics then savages
church inset fashasts passive
quirks in the static perks relax
i got half a havoc in stashes
massive in classics of traffic
lex in the luther predator stupper
seminol truth erks in fences over
my pencil posture poser is best
of the rested introductive relent

loctusts siftin closest to heart
thistles at large depths often
my treds cotton pressed coffins
spokesmen threads reaped
myself crepid forgot then lock
i wish death was rotten alot
butters speckles andrew poc, in
a depth of lucid drunk predicess
i need exorsists slopish ash
colapsed in the cage a frothin
this fox has more moxy than
moccosins blotch and clots bled
my head frought with led
as the bullet passed postives
christ my hearts been shot
thenn stop rotate hit falicitate
crips await drifts of space
liquid spock processed aswell
my hell produces pails of
wail like coronosis in an abyss
rational lists fail to eclypse

piles creep into violent sleep
as i try to seek the edge
it bleeds costly as Fein I do
proof of the lost cup
drop enough liquid to
sauce up a seismic rouse
peep let loose like a beast
enmity fruit slept deep
into drinks crept sooth

my fangs take shame
dank water by the rain
no pain no gain otter
likely startled bystander
no art ill fly hand free
of the sketch old plan b
hammer check nail bled
red rails frett as i stretch
crawling through depth
wallows of dead instead

quakes of a heavens distaste lost in fog
the shambles take off an equators rot
most krill stay hidden before its all lost
mightygee for the highlit screens tossed
idle chatter in my headcase all across
the bone marrow of my long lived shots
drunkard keeps himself up alot

slimeball dragon breathin as the time crawls
heathen got a mind all ballin on these rhymes
fallin for a reason to believe in why im thinkin
bout the twine saul sleek ona freeze of where
even their it sat and wallowed in a vat sleepin
attacked bleedin bad in the limbo mad for a
thimble ask not before the track falls after all
im eattin up the lyrics chewin spirit simple

tickle me shivers brick old be withered
pick of the litter bit of a bitter manchon
ants im prancin critter crampin on em
slide my slitter sinnfull convincer inner
demons lookin for a cookin knife to ride
so here i lye a dead define of mesage
lines i pressed to not be hesitant hookin
chase the night and let alow confide

creative laced ona faze
illest placement of chain
where i stage the fright
aches at night keep me
from beaten beasties on
each simple sleek plight
completely write rhythm
written schism ona fritz
chips i eat aside those
likely typed foes amiss
chosen bliss for them
mortem mortuary ticks
corse its more than
marry blitz confided
its alike a piston pipe

Kite amiss a diamond ditch
likely eve hit the high note
but yet its always tisk tisk
another round to plagiarize
statements i've made inside
but hey its nice to poltergeist
play the rise in fates demise
lay inset those fictions
pest of dressed conviction
excess excellence on stressed
conviction dressed to distant
messes listed full oppressed
i'm in my head a rhythm
scismic rynosseros's liquids
insistent upon a ditches listed
may it be that ive been twisted
never yet toward the morse
implored to best conform a
mission miss the less detest
excess in stresses nexus livid
forms of death ive misfit

congested
obsessed with
a girl
ive never met
slips of paper
by my bed
lifted debt
an all opressed
is a twine
of darkened
sine rhyming all
the night of
destines dimes a
mentioned kind
of less defined
beset those limits
dont fret forgivness

forbidden rituals comended sitch of stix
im the britches you place upon
so call your ***** inside the basment ****
take along a hit you snake a song
hate the wrong right flippin tight
hit the mic with a statement strong

convince no other like the fitz
fritz fizzy lickin nips
seconds latent intwixed thats
furry flip burried bitz pix hurry
quick youve made them silent kits

scitz inside the ritz ive eatin too many
all these souls convoyantries
im boyant in the poetry i clip
no butter cup could kick
lick the mother dusk of nix
yall never heard those names

im the sane inside your dame scit
wont claim another aimed in
ill own every tame dinner
like a kitten quickly drips
theirs a moment full of bliss where
no one understands the hungered man

lightning in the thunder can
blunderbus ive underland
wonder what the summer has
another laps im tousk
musk elighhn mine sight
wolf amongs the sheep of fifths

never was it ray who hadent his
i see the shades of gray into fray
this the day admists those munchkins
double dutchin hush hundred
fourth ladder that i summon this
is nothin like a buimpin biztks

dunce i loved the days
other plays hey talk of tay
you get them ditches diggin
quick i know the cards behold
the hardest roll to play im
goin motions slowin till i play
alpha told me stay at bay
i come from places youd have missed

killin made from nothin hate the fillins in my stomach
real as ever was that last batch hit a buzz till chuckin
now im up bumpin notice how im froze slick sickest
im the picket thats inside your buisness better witness
dead drought in the biggest house trappin mice yeah
cat aint nice had to bite my past just to write that fast
now im fife in flask like a lycon lasp was that bad nah
imma rad raid nad say ick vlad slay stand back praise
sound like an oreo you used to hate but im glad days
i dont need this bad taste i slick back with a simtax it
wishin that my page was a crippled broke amaze wha
whoa whatcha say im like hit that pipe let it sit thats
right in the midsts of a pick ay piccalo ***** and you
sit sowin up a stitch of note it makes no sense yet i
still make those trends in hopes that they frey slow
fraze so graze dont play no ape less you got chased

jist of the pencil ontoward stencile fare im the dented pair
my eyes illuminate chizzled chairs as i sit and and stare
imma missionare with a wepon i dont get to share not usually
usin me brute gotta few screws to bleed its human see got
cheddar from a drop now im livin off cresining slots
guess its all about the hue ive not wanted to fume aloft
confuse the cost of a few to drip im askew as often i think
every second wondering how ive brought these words
to scene im a bird of bees what a cur to bring upsure
thats a word id sing if i ever get the chance to bleed out
im dancin free now with a lance at feet such a standard
fee up on the cran of berrie share with me your dreams
ive had an opal tell me it could see inside the hazels
i placed it in those stables wrote a book about the fable
now im thoughtless wrong on the jot get craw fished
couple dotted on the map with a lapse in the lisps actin
amiss never ona matress stackin those fists jack hit the
wrist hard whole arms just a bit scared never saw it
then it came in a scream i was aimed at the tree forrest
here to be so flourish i suppose im morbid listening
what a **** on the mill never knew me to be real i suppose
cause i aint gonna pose id rather go ghost so im super
striffle in the iffle of a glow holy show down comin
through the snow town feel it like a mode now i could
spit a sow wit stable as a hit able bit taken from kid
shame i slipped aim why to miss dame **** you did
imma sickness you cant rid is that for hidden messages
on your skype gettin medicines definite the media
needs an epipen its eprinefrine thats contenteded with
place a bottle on the box then i bent the slick severed
mentions of contorments ona flounder roundin hords
ima sore sword flowin more coarse than a shores chores
cords how you ploy when im four force for course of
action combat the blackened strip upon my faction

last night i slit my wrists
seems im stuck in the negatives
so out of luck for a better life
only kinda thing i can bet
is this knife in my chest before bed
i dont even get whats said
all i hear is kid dont do this yet
think about the different sedatives
you can do all these medicines
im like leave me to my mind
let me breathe head is weak
your takin up my oxygen
im hopin to pass time
brought in a blackout
nothin but the hot blade
stingin in my throat
goodbye

never knowin what service was the best  
always tearing at my chest
demons never resting from this quest
it upsets me to be tested by the devil
and his army of complexion
its definite id rather death
then to be seen as someone
who cant stretch out a hand
and contest like this man lets
god and his ****** pests
always want fraud from a lambs vest
famous rappers got fan checks
makin me look upset and i cant rest
so i build the feat with concealed release
talkin matrix never made it in them seas
im always kickin with the bassist
and he breaks it like a beast
tension in the room
it always seems

every day they take
apart of me like tokens
a peice of gold for them
to fit inside the slot
ive been broken since the day
they placed me in this spot
ive always
been beside my god
but im thinkin i might hope
for another guide
cause this light seems lost
darkness all i got
every day jotting black
till im bleeding out a shop
where you buy ghastful shots
drinkin up the spirit slop
thinkin i might hear alot
but really their all here
to stop my heart
and i fear that
i wont meet jesus
that ill be left
an understatement
dead just by
the beatings in the dark

a surprise from my heart
its a jump start
a sin living art
dont know if im alive
or weather im farce
but in this creation
of lethargic sensations
tiring as it may be
well always pick up our feet
and move forward
through this crashing of cars

cutthroat as my notes like liquid droplets hittin stones ive written different symphonies to slip in superstitious cloths im wearin make up on my eyes i do despise the black i see in life i take up the blade of linear speech and try to understand the things i speak its most likely demons in their screams and in my dreams im livin freedom by the sea but when i wake another bleak dark day for me to take in with my knowledge that ill bleed

through the dents of my cotext
ill speak a chestful game of chess
and on those restfull days in bed
i love it when my back bleeds red
im insane in the brain is what i said
when they took me to the feds
did a full recall tryna solve this head
every day a new med for my bred
eatin pills untill im dead it makes me sick
so when im restin from this ****
inside a coffin six feet under shiftin
give this sample of my life a listen for the mix
i slide broke pistons through the night
fixin to be hoop stoopin till my movements right
untill then i think id like to leave my shoes tied tight
to the ankles of a knight that hopes for light
to shine bright through the window for his flight
yea im soarin through the high's like a kite

left for dead
im stuck inside my head
tryna chase the bred
im fed up
with the way i live
cause i know
that what i give
people sittin undertoe
will always sift through
the ashes of a ghost
and that makes me sick
so when you
call upon the shift
just show what i did
for those that
stick in the mud
like a car in a rut
yall bleed the most
gotta broken line
think the brakes
are toast dont
take a ride when you
get released  
or youll be
back within their roaps
yea sat beside a criminal
thinkin im subliminal
im in the bowl their smokin
and its fishin for a co-page
another day lookin
like im goin way down
deep inside the cut
and ill never get the bust
money taken by a pair of cuffs
that a buncha *******
that they love ill never get caught
linell stay taught
while its taunt
inside the shot
when the cops
place me in that shop
ill be a body dropped off
on the lot

the snare can slide as long as it wants but when the hat hits my baton i think i leave a clap for the kick to long convict in song yes im goin crazy and i may be wrong but when the built beat slaps inside the still weak thought you call along then in the end well all just realize were gone inside the dark and building art to watch just fall apart so when it starts up and the bass leaves your heart stuffed then in faze i will depart from my large sum of cases all the bodies i have taken with me to these sorrowful places that are guarded by skeletal faces with celestial invasions will be the cards wrung

next time you see a cut on someones skin just know its ruff to hear youve sinned it aint enough to understand the fact that person is correct and i am coalesce to even stretch my hand out to take one who might check and see that i am close to death without a stand out picture of the mixture that their drinkin maybe poison could be dreamin for a better life but for now ill keep my bed alive and im thinkin the sedatives a knife but who am i to misguide strength cause im built for a tank but my brain isnt as strong as the mind-state that i degrade and ive let inside so many times someone who says theyll eat the steak and share it too but in the end whose snarin you? probably demons in the shrewd picture their completin with that mixture that your drinkin man im bleedin they cant get enough gotta watch me as i build a red pair of cuffs

what is it
to have meanin
to be conceived
as something
people publicly
believe in
is it within me
to be this
or am i just
another note
ridin through
the tides undertoe
theirs reasons
to think this way
ones cause ive died
the others what
sits by my throat
beneath the carpet
such a gun to hide
im riding
through this mode
thinkin despise me
or just go
but in the end
its all a cheer
people sent
to give me fear
or maybe lending an ear
but either way ill be
a deer in the headlights
of this steer
driving off the map
into the eyes
of evils sheer plight
dying for a near mic
to send out what i feel like