My real self housed safe in the burg
If breached, cyanide can’t be returned
Involved with criminal gangs
Can’t be reoriented so I’m getting hanged
Sitting up in the night like a gong banged
Everyone’s eyes on me like I dong hanged
Cancelled like gave a speech and wrong man’s thanked
Say whatever I need to make you say I concede
He’s the best there’s ever been, that’s a man that museface seen
I unveil my lucid dreams, the evil haters screwfacing queer at me
I drive those horrible fir bolg back to Dun Laoghaoire pier
Knock them into the sea, then get a 99 ice cream from Teddy’s
Eat it in the Park of the People
Fuck desert this the sylvan eagle
Still eat you, no death for this ego
Sold weed to, no debt to this emo
Sorry but not paying you, bro
Found out where you stash the grow
Omar going Omar coming
Like weed bunning summons me
In the mirror, say Candyman ex three
I’m more glitchy that Death Grips’ Exmilitary
And like it I’m not on streaming either
You’ve gotta come here for this ether
Admit in my comments no one does it cleaner
Nothing excites you like these heaters
Going off like an indoor repeater
Who else better, who can test
My verbal can’t be measured
Like string of length ambiguous
My mind the sound of drowning piglets
Bad with knots, else I’d string up
No excuse for ignorance
I’m ambitious, getting big enough to pick you up
Get fucked, your jacket pleather
I leather lessons into you peasants
Your lessening presence, your adhesive obsession
Rams twenty sacrificing best of them, pay no less than
Prices to pay, high tides and higher tithes, I’m not exempt
Can’t unread what’s been sent, burning dead is the scent.
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