I got a chrome coat, so I don’t rust
****, why do you look nonplussed? He cussed
How can you so immensely scorn, not trust?
Believe me.
I’m contently keeping the company warm and buzzed
Until they’re completely stuffed
Just don’t make a fuss,
with intent to harm or bust
Cause it’s no rush
Save for my tense disgusting thrusts
As he discussed the topics, he thought she blushed
Churning and turning from dawn to dusk
The stink of my lust is a crusty musk

Questing, running, heart thumping,
Blood pumping battery acid
Crash and write a ballad from the cell that’s padded
Haphazard basic-******* administrating alliteration half-illiterate yet avid
Got questions? Some form of flattery? Ask it.
First, tap the ash before you pass it
And I’ll finish the roach in glass like a hash hit
Can’t say how many plants I blasted
My flavor palette adds a dull diet, maybe I should get a salad added
Don’t be dragging, keep your belt fastened
Colors in your brothers photos well contrasted
It’s all just prototype, a simple facet

In a rut with beautiful and plans to lure
Sinner cut like cuticles in manicure
Holden hotties, fly and my type of caliber
Body snatcher in the rye,
J.D Salinger
It can occur like a canna crop trafficker
And it takes great figures to even interfer
Not to mention a titanic nerve, It’s like
horse riding sliding down the banister get hit right
Blam! End up crushing nuts like a can of beer
He crumpled up, flumped over an ran in fear

I ravage and tear new ones like a misbehaved savage
All plotted out and planned to spare none like Dave Miscavige
Barely above average, yet still saves the day, lavish
But match it up, corrupt dispatch, why'd the wife vanish?
If she didn’t get the dagger, then why’d he cloak her?
He's an average Ahab, the salty Sea-Org ogre

The charcoal dust settles
Building bombs from rusty metals
Crafting threats to mayors: I'll blow up hospitals
It’s simple how I’m giving them lost face
Burn it with a wick of aluminium phosphate

What had I written? I’m forgettin'
What the Dickens?
Now I’m stricken
Stomach twisted and I’m sickened
Feeling flippant

Straight out the *** mind; the plot line thickens
Sentenced to burn like trials of the Wiccan
Get your heels clickin' 'fore the quicksand thickens
Goals need gettin', you da bomb, get tickin'

Criminal erasers; cowl wearing clue chasers.
Costumed,
Crusading,
Constantly crime-fighting two-facers.

Egads
No real mistakes by the guru doing Kung-Fu:
Calm as Sulu
Simply sampling fingerprints of clues just to enthuse
Any evil on the loose: No excuse

Impartial to dangerous sharks, he’s got repellent spray
Master of all martial arts, in each apparent way
Perfecting corrections to ******* a simple blade
Inspecting collections of riddles, stenciled and sprayed

He lurks in the dark,
Look for the signal in the sky
The rodent that flies,
And gives bad vibes to bad guys

He acts prudishly;
Lives reclusively.
Actuality:
Delivers swift justice with impunity.

Fighting like every breath: the last
His knowledge is vast,
His fortune’s never few from the cash he’s amassed
And his strength is never surpassed

Steadfast; he’s on the enigmatic hunt.
Overly-dramatic with an acrobatic stunt