I was 5 and he was 6...
We rode on horses made of sticks...
He wore black, and I wore white...
He would always win the fight...bang, bang!
He shot me down...bang, bang! 
I hit the ground...bang, bang!
That awful sound...

clip in the semi-auto,
my dick in Demi Lovato--
bout to rip this demolition then grovel
I ain't forget my travajo
spit it sickly with cynicism, ascend
minutes with him, skin'll be splitting
I keep it hidden at the surface
shadow lurker, a battle viruoso
birdy flying madly through the ozone
the kids want no smoke
frequent with photosynthetic procedures
I know death is inconsequential
I'll sit and let you bleed tears

not ashamed that I'm in constant pain in the Wisconsin rain
thrive when I'm supplied with oxygen like I'm aflame
molly rock inside the concoction 'cause I'm insane,
talkin' Ed Geins, Mansons, and Dahmers--I nom on brains
y'all the lowest common denominators today, and
when I be flowin' calmly it almost be algebraic
now the potent dogma go seepin' into my brains
and I overtake incumbents...get to rakin' in payments, bangin' bangin'...

dick wit a clip, and that shit go bang
ship all the bricks, moving big cocaine
stick to the script, boy don't get Cobaine'd
we gone rip through the gristle when we split yo brain

render rhymes 'til the end of time
y'all are tender, dimes
slender with the redness of eye
y'all better check the supply
render the sky, for a nest where I can rest and get high
desolate life has got me nestled in lies
you got your 15 minutes, time that you gimme mines
talkin' Jimmy John's delivery timing that would surprise 'em
arrivin' on the scene with the green, the white, and the tan
field of periphery, I can see a knife in his hand

grab the gun and blast it once
plan, you need a faster one
can't be like the last two runs
you came back with half or none
pitiful, like everyone trying to set me up 
but I'll be damned before I die to a criminal with no gun
I see the bulky shoulders exposed on a vested idiot
focus home the bullet, the method it was fastidious
ending the whole event; a hole in the head
a miscreant keeping the drugs and bread
them dead on a sign for missing men...

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