My art could be abused as a substance,
also be used as a muse for you to run with.
i'm only human but im doing something huge,
step into my running shoes and get a fucking clue how you're gonna lose.
I'll stop your flowing like a ruptured centrifuge cause like phlebotamists you're always just sucking blood from fools.
Fuck the rules, im above 'em all.
fuck a law. here's a couple balls you can suck 'em off like you love the salt taste.
inspired all summed by the rhymes i'll say.
I'm tired from the running through your mind all day.
I'm fresher than the bucket full of pine-sol or lysol sprayed in your eye ball, k?
My little homies spit sicker than yall. You're sick of how we're ripping it and now you're kicking the wall. You're just another brick in it, you're not different at all. Your fake authenticity certificate has been lost.
MAXX:
i spit fluent, once I'm under the influence. these sin fluids got me chillin' colder than Inuits 'till I'm in ruins-
I'll be an outcast laying on my couch smashed, out for the count, doubt that i'll bounce back.
I've found that, after mouthfuls of whiskey I'll probably act an imbicile, and It's doubtful you'll miss me, in fact,
it's pitiful, you'll stick a scalpel up in me until my blood is in a pool and your whole household is sticky, but that- really isn't even important its just silly tidbits that i strung together within minutes from a vivid image-
that i conjured up, often enough i ponder what all this stuff means. I'm trying to stay shining like polished up rings. But it seems most beings aren't honest just fiends and don't respect who came before them or homage to kings.
It honestly seems like kids these days are parasitic. i can't even bare a minute of them, and their opinions. i hope, they get smoked in an act of terrorism. A mid-air collision would be amazing. a real rare occasion.