A VERY FUN TIME

Prod. LethalNeedle

Lyrics:
don’t fucking tempt to dare me, making you temporary, your bed in the cemetery, 
i’ve been your adversary, killing with joy and merry, smoking on you like OG Larry, came with an obituary, 
taking you out of Missouri, i meant your misery, watch this smithon beam, meeting your g-o-d, i’ve been a G, your bitch on my D, parental advisory, for every scene i’ve fleed, watching your body bleed is scenery, presuming that’s the demon in me, hypnotic demeans’

get on a track it’s eradicate, once i’m done it’s a tragic accident, damaging, backhanding these amateurs,
with that elaborate speech,
i spit quick without a single lisp, since i been intricate in the beginning, 
fucking fulfilling my hidden feelings, giving in to discipline for my futuristic disposition, 
so i’m in this position to conflict positive interest on my prolific work of vision, 
just to fit in with this industrious collision we live in that seems limitless,

recite multiple complicate, composites, 
rhyme like 5 or 6, lines deprived of oxygen,
psychopath taking psychedelics, that’s some psycho logic,
hella prepared for hell on earth, the demented works that work on this earth, putting absurd people in dirt, the cursed putting emselves first, watching this virus disperse and burn, residing civilians in urns, taking turns in the emerge’, turning you taciturn, cause your lungs feel like ember,


flowing like the Atlantics been, making hits back to back like we in a badminton championship, 
but i wanna be a champion sinking all your of your battle ships, 
not knowing my single moves or what i do, fucking dropping that new, clear (nuclear), shit, 
the lyrically insufficient gonna fear this, after their first hearing, of this abeyance i’m applying to you rappers that’s trying, don’t want alliance, tearing you up like a defiant lion and linen

Considerations

The Bridge is Over - Boogie Down Productions 

Lyrics: 
shoutout my mother, wanna give her a better son but he drunk off of liquor, so i tell her “don’t worry mom” 
may have been stuck in the dark, still pick you apart, you feel my heart like you blind picking, reading comparts, you not seeing my art, you fucking retard 
-ed, i’m trynna start shit, but no one recognize’ an artist, like i’m in the wrong department, i just got up and started, hoping it’s far fetched, opened my mind like a compartment, 

burned bridges, with ignorant bitches, misters and miss’ , i don’t miss em, 
always causing problems that was solicit, 
i admit it, if i could reverse all of the digits, i’d do it in the split of a second, you’d hear the clock ticking

started toughening up, giving no fucks, dreams about the bucks, 
hustling from brook’, reading em books, bad bitch in nainsook, habits forsook, outstand like a crook, an outcast by the looks, and out of hand with the hooks, 

literally lyrical, written incredulous visuals, cynical, sick as clinical, image in the eyes of a skeptical, befriending a criminal, never ending trigeminal, heart and head is geminal, unlimited, limitless subliminals 

bettered my behaviour, went from acting like a delusional teenager to being savour, i been patient, 
playing with the pen and paper, maybe false hope is what i’m making, but hoping i make it, 
everyone got a plate they ate in the game, just let fate play in my place, participate in the race, breaking the hate at point blank, not a debate on a scale being greater than 8, if not, then that scale oughtta be fake
if nothing works out proper, turn to
robbing personal items in a black balaclava, drops of blood on the knife, and cut em like a piñata, 
cold as ice in the night, wanting a couple of dollars

Paramnesia

heavily inspired by x :) 
news/flock - xxxtentacion instrumental

lyrics:

0:43
they say music makes you to grow violent, but it’s likely the environment style you reside in, watch your parents fighting, momma grabbing the knife and, trying to slice the motherfuckers insides in, 
while she crying, pressure applying on that kitchen appliance, until she reached to a final, 
cant kick him out, cant live without, so she in a drout, washing down a spout, guzzling an ounce of float, 
falling of the boat, turned to coke, whereas to every season it snows, like zero below, left cold on the porch of your home, all alone, feeling disowned 

1:06
grew up a bit, it was complicated, felt like a sin, for the things i rescind, threw them on a pen, artistic vision from a subtle kid, acknowledge all the traumatic experiences,x2

1:27
got the bitch pinned to the wall, smell of alcohol, withdrawals from the cause of it all, trynna take off your drawls, shove her to the ground, watching her fall, take out your balls, having sex with her bod, but it was non-consensual,
forward a few months, she missed her menopause, until she went to the doc, wasn’t pregnant but the fetus had popped, heart dropped,
cause she felt it was all her fault from the very start of it all, 
1:49 

2:10
almost stabbed the cunt right in his neck, standing at the edge of the bed, while he rest and thinking he peacefully slept, nah spic this where vacation finally ends, tied hand to hand,  have you eating that lead,
that’s someone’s dad, but it’s nothing to me because he dead beat, literally, 
had me to itching to see, him, fatally bleed, dramatically, fall to his knees, as he balling to me, 
proper apologies before meeting a prophecy, possibly caused from dishonesty means, he embodies obviously, naturally a walking anomaly, nurturing forceful sodomy, anonymously, 
no different than any other analogy in regards to misogyny, where he thought dreams of walking free, thoughts stay with him periodically

Unapparent

original: Between Villains - MF Doom ft. Earl Sweatshirt and Flying Lotus 
lyrics:

between me and myself 

0:12
fuck the ten commandments, came from abandonment, it’s like i was contaminant, to others i was aberrant, so they attacked the kid, with words so damaging, i had to get to (that i was) battling, the badder things, i was inadequate, felt like i had to quit, 
letting the negligence, resemble to negative things, peddling to the metal, bitch i’m the peddle for all the meddling, been settling all the beef i’ve been ahead of and, 
i’ve never felt better than ever, been storming the weather, like a weatherman, 
whether or not, 
i’m a genesis, you all my nemesis, i came to end this shit with all relentlessness, i see between the lines like crevices, sick like asbestos is,

0:44
don’t do this shit for no one else as if i need some fucking help, with my health, i’ll do it by myself, i’ve been walking hell

0:50
personality of my personal mentality gradually, building up to insanity, my acts of vanity are at capacity, as to why i’m actively rapping profanity, about battery, cause it lathers me happily,
had to turn my patience into motivation, i had motives to aid it, and my motives had made it, with all these lyrics on paper, my art is basic labour, with no payment, words are persuading, i’m under rated, and not famous, i’m too anxious for laymans,
fuck the public, i let the bucket kick, as if it suffocate, my fucking jugular, lungs can’t resuscitate

1:20
illusive, coming out ruthless, came to ruin this, it’s like the ruins in this bitch, 
the words i’m spewing maybe intrusive but i’m truest to this shit, 

1:27
high and drunk, driving with a breathalyzer, ran over a bitch and paralyzed her, looked behind and i could see inside her,
made my stomach flutter, when i clubbed her, cause i love watching her suffer as she mumbles and stutters when her eyes shutter,

1:39
i’m not a saint for this, i have a way with this, i’m not no plagiarist, more manic than a satanist, with his tainted scythe, slaying victims, no escaping him, breaking bodies for caterings, it’s the fatal things that i embrace within, 
fucking villain like krillan, thinking a million killings more chilling than feral ill children in hospital buildings, staring at ceilings, on pills healing, no real feelings, cause they concealed in with their masks peeling and insanity wielding 

2:05
can’t interpret it, cause i’m determinant, one of first of kids, left to exterminate, with a tourniquet, i’m over turning it, permanent, y’all ain’t of heard it, i’m worse than curses get, when spirts resurrect the best of vets,

2:17
several elements, possessing etiquette, effortless, you irrelevant, i’m addressing excellent elegance, with intelligence, a process of overdevelopment,  you prowess awful impediments, i’m the present alphabetical veteran.

THE LONG SONG

Al Sims

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