Listless thoughts when dark gets nearer.
Love, ambition, thinking clearer.
Adderall. Emotional parade.
For my mind a chemical band-aid.
The quiet, shy one I was before.
Now erupts with blatant vigor.
Laser-focus, pharma- kung-fu.
Adequate description would be super-Jew.
My eyes don’t waver though they’re red.
A coffee *** lays beside my bed.
Cigarette butts stubbed into hub-caps.
When daylight comes,
My synapse:
Dedicated. Flaring with glee.
Neurons dance; kidneys lost at sea.
Sharpest mind amidst dilapidated body.
There’s nothing wrong with a puff or two.
Until you get hooked.
Then, bid your health adieu.

Crude brown-plaster'd brick walls
Layed without proper solder or
Mold or mud or water
A pit of curdled old-heavy blood
And sinewous joint hinge-pins
Of hard goliath, giant's muscles
Heads seemingly shrunken
But blimped to a surley saturated to an
greater-than original size
Their skin peeled off long ago
Bones meaten'd down and scaled-up
The center of this gore-pit
their hellish home
Butcher paper and amish quilts
Thrown in to produce
A dense coagulate
Fine milk-colored, powdered substrate
Bone-meal and motor oil
Plasma and marrow
Worm-wood
Genteel feathers
From a bird that poisoned
The creek-water of a now-lost
But powerful mexican tribe
Jigger meal from a child's feet
And an old mans
In Afrika
The skin dead and leather'd
The insides rap't of those terrible
world's tiniest insects
Macro-scale germs, most toxic fleas
Coca-Cola boiled down
Into a solid black ichorous
Malleable glucose material

And the umbilical chords
Of Two hundred fifty
New borns
Steamed and broken down
To a mushy substance
With a feathered appearance

To the tactility of even the most calloused and rough

Digits
Whether human

or proto-, pseudo- or neo-
hyper- and pre-
Hensile

The seeds of a million poppies
Cowardly, feverishly tossed into this

Horrid ***
Milewed down into a fine
Addition to the general rot, of this
Yet another putrid addition
The ***** from the second stomach
Of a calcified pterodactylus
And a dragon's mouth below the drain
In the center of this certain,
Gross sess pool
Lies a carv-ed Dragon's skull
To catch this sacred druel
Made out of greenheart
Black ironwood
And for the teeth, obsidion and
Caspian tiger bone
Together spliced and mal-formulated
To create a most
Septic funnel
Cone
All if it drains and
Gurgles down

Into a forged
Glass-Vial
Made in ancient, archaic
Olden times
But for this very abjectly
Evil trial
And he throws the switch!
The gurgle wrought
By this very motion of the level,
The level thrown by most
white un-sunned
Wizard-Warlock hand
It travels down into the vial
Mixing through emerald-hoses
With arsenic
And tainted possum spit--
--infused with cud
From cows thatnot
Even Cherised, prideful
India would permit!
And so a mustard-seeded gas
Also thrown into the mix
Clashes, bonds with
Stupid fluids

Made from the umbilical plugs of anencephalic and

Profound Down-syndrome
Czecho-kidnapped
Stolen'd infants

As their bones rake and smash through
The grinder that eats ANYthing
It goes down a rifled fluted core
Of Balsa-wood
God permits!!
Slimy
Messy

Filthy
Nasty
Hole in the witches den
From which spells are NOW born
To take the world
In a sanguine
Magick-whirl wind!

I am here to tell you of the trials.

Of the lies, implemented beguiles.
Those lacking, to be properly identified.
Society on a repeat like it was ******* Riverside.

Here to say I ain't got nothing to prove
lest you get delirious with the smooth words that you use.

Now I'll say the rhymes will get serious,
like you just got lost in a mysterious experience.

But I'm not saying that you gotta believe, coz son I make a career of trashing mc's.

Bigger--
than your brain stem follicles.
Now I've got you and so I'm finna follow you, into
decadent limelight.
Into,
the rhyme
just to prove I have got nothing to hide.

Rapping in an interim, a slap to the backside.

Super-sonic:
plastic gum-trees.
Heating it up to over 9000 degrees.

Your mind I'm gonna beat up
scrap monastics
rubber-johnny, or such as broken elastic.

Gimme the bone-knife, coz I'm gonna bereave
that boredom, of yours like swiss cheese.

You see--
I'm a superman 'lead,
so get ready for the critical sieve.

I come as smoke
and rap
this rhyme~
with raspy voice and anime streams
through sleepless nights.

Gonna take your
head and there's a chance

That I might
curb-stomp or filet it.
Maybe even give your *** a transplant.

Turn it 'round, and
turn it to clay, and I
don't mind.

Do you know what I mean?
Bumming around, roasting mc's.

Your rhyme dictionary
got nothing on 'deez,
for you see
I was simply never out to please.

My words, don't worry, I won't shove into your mouth
An unloaded gun pointed
north or south,
and I run my mouth even with nobody around.

And with texts I flex,
to create a veritable meltdown.

i come here to roast the mc's,
so you'd better get ready for me

The bricks,
mortar of the castle.
Nothing in my mind is going to be bashful,
when dealing with you...
You're like a plush shade of pastel;
like a car without grease on the axle.

Now you go and write some words so my retort can make some some common sense.

It's like I'm talking to myself on vyvanse.