PREVIEW OF MY UPCOMING RAP EP.
IT'S COMING

Mechaniac instrumental from directbeats.com 
DOPE mix and mastering by ARC JAM CYBORG


Keepin’ it complex, like the pacific northwest,
who coulda guessed, that this brown would blessed, with the crown to spit, 
yeah I am a terrorist - generic lyrics like how im the bomb and shit
at first my game was weak, I wasn’t too impressed with it, 
then suddenly a shift requestin’ betterment,
I rolled with it, hoping to breed development, 
 And now im Steamrolling over all the competition. get with it.
Swineheart. Raps remaining vigilante.
je suis desole but im a desolate antagonist
a word bully, bullying you verbally, 
leavin em burned to 3rd degree, have myself a cup of tea.
overly paranoid and  void of all reason
still I find myself believing these feelings,
im rapping from deep within art of my existence
but im a bad boy don’t let it be misleading

(420 in the 905, 
420, in the 905
420
I Never pictured this, now it’s all that im envisionin’ 
Rap boar,  buildin’  a rapport,
Dismissin’ opportunities knockin’ at my door
because I got the rap game in a fucking choke hold)


Wow now, diggin’ into the chow now
bodies disallow unless they  bow down to the crown now
 Keepin’ em at reach with an esoteric style
Lyrical gunmen, gun em all down pow pow
Diamonds and dynamite…  white eyed bigger tool shit,
Spittin’ like I’m toothless, hoorking up some mucous
Ill never fill my appetite, ill never be the fullest
Shoot ya with boozakas and excuse me for my rudeness
Im a glutton, lustful sinful fuck who doesn’t give a shit.
Call em up and meet em up and fuck until they leavin
Oddly, This egotists a zombie, and its may seem alarming 
But the doubts  in his head are just the kindred calling
im sweatin’ bleedin’, mostly just  believing.
Focusin’. On my  craft and working on my showmans hip.
Writing through my fingertips so I can re-invent this shit 
Not quitting it, fist deep like a ventriloquist 


(420 in the 905, 
420, in the 905
420
I Never pictured this, now it’s all that im envisionin’ 
Rap boar,  buildin’  a rapport,
Dismissin’ opportunities knockin’ at my door
because I got the rap game in a fucking choke hold)


The phonetics Im exclaiming, leave you fuckin lamens screaming 
like a bunch of godamn  sacrilegious heretics
(what.)
Swines an aphrodisiac, and you’re the opposite of that
In fact, I can’t keep you down like bad bulimics bitches.
the reason im adhesive is cause honey ain’t as sweet as this
relase the beast inside of me excreting bowls of semen
And After completion, I roll with this malevolence 
dismissin’ your subjectiveness For my own discriminant
 
This venomous intelligence sends messages that precedent
rap genesis, though relevant, is vanishing like this resonance
im a motherfucker just like Oedipus, bad emcees asparagus, 
swine’s remaining sugar crisp


Relaying  the words ya heard, referin to slurs 
Her Sabeutors occur , curse words in the works.  
hurt and serve amateurs, sir, deterin’ the worst
But birthing rap to the mawfuckin’ universe.
You know you can’t match this aristocratic stylo, leave ya for the worse like kids with fucking chemo.
the reverend of rap, got a one handed clap from a handicap. (how’s that?)
stay back, stay back out of my rap habitat,
Cause I’ll dispatch an attack of rats
smoke some fucking kush and laugh. 
Finish zero sentences without considering penance,
though Im not too good at it, I try my hardest.
god himself is pissed, im sitting here just  dissin’ him.
Sipping shiraz with satan, the first dissident,
But He’s getting red
And lookin’ real embarrassed, 
stop crying on my shoulder satan, Im not your fucking therapist?
I’m up late, cause I’m a night prowler.
Creep up on your girl in the shower , and grab her,
Taking’ her away to my dungeon like bowser, and now I’m in her trowsers hmm?

 bleakened blackness, laying on a foam mattress
 candescence of the coal inside my heart is lacking.
The crows of evermore are forever left scratching 
At doorsteps of my home, locked and long abandoned.

Mechanical Sasquatch

Some are destined to be happy clowns, and some are cursed to be sad clowns.

Mechanical Sasquatch

SwineHeart