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The booze bottles clanked, Old lady got pranked, Last shit I wrote tanked. Thoughts beyond imagination.., Too bold without the motivation. Without the dream.., just obscene.
Pretentious rhyme Comes off like bullshit every time. Looking for fame and fortune - pop distortion.., Treasure hunt; P.R. stunt.., always need it upfront.
So..,
Embrace the corruption; for a bigger production…, Shellfish piss and Tantric bliss.., But the bigger the erection; the bigger the infection.
So..,
Sold my soul; Left a growing hole I fill with a shrinking bankroll; And glycol pills buried in the chicken casserole.
Why can’t they see; Why can’t they recognize me.
Narcissistic trap; lazy crap. Sometimes I forget; Thinking it all legit.., Comes off like a song; With no melody and not very long.
So..,
Swallow it whole then induce Nothing left to lose.., All about show-and-tell.., Expelled by the keepers.., a rude farewell Without a coat, ain’t no joke. Cause the shit will provoke - Educate - Elevate - Fascinate; Deemed - Not Appropriate - for normal folk.
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