“I put a wrap on rap and give it a clap and a slap and a tap brat happy way goodbye as I take the edge off a load my stress is gone fried done and lost it’s mind dear every victory is lords and life is valuable existence darling don’t get it confused life is here to hurt you so why not we have some fun and get naughty like my father bastard just taught me it is not me awfully sorry say eh come again when den skitz o fried lunatic losing his shit looking like this just go listen to this nobody listens to this it’s trash ashtray ask bray what I’m gone say lawn gone did it again flash ways cold blooded over flooded my stained dangered rearranged deranged damaged in brain psychopathic lunatic who’s satanic put you in a panic because I’m also a Christian you could call me the devil how im being a rebel and I love to rumble come pull me back from being attacked just to shove me in a tac toe tick tick am I losing my dick slick lit fit in thin fin like butter and bread I do have the toast I eat it like jam I am going ham I am alive high so I don’t even mind if I arrive dying shot down at saint Lucy’s old church I pass by my earth with mud on my pearl red oceans I drink rum in these seas fresh of this fine wine of this blood in this flood of this rum numb slow said dumb as I am say risky of that good old fine whiskey pour it down that spiel of a mouth as I down tequila thin water of this slaughtered shipwreck tumbled and plumbed and drunken within then I have gin and in the end rum and finally good sex sex sex why redbull I need smoke now I need that packed toke take hit I go choke broken lungs from them smokes that I vaporize smoke cigarettes cigars blunts spliffs doobies crack meth heroin and dmt seen in me I’m taking hits of acid spraying hits of butane huffing fumes of gasoline hell I even take datura to help me sleep mentally prepare me for the nightmares I’m about to have that night on a sidenote can’t take datura without the ecstasy that’s just me my body feels like it’s on  promethazine and seroquel because someone told me it’d help me be lyrical but all it ever seemed to do is gone dead and dying by pills popping out sloppy copy hot shot we be off topic not a hot topic store nor a hot topic but I’ll make you want it bought lit sparked it burned fried died I cried I’d lied awake counting L’s making them into crooks so we can make our crooked L’s right back into W’s in which wow how would now I be the success ￼      Ŵinner

Followers of MC Red Eagle