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I hate feelings so I'm eliminating my kind heart,
Like how the mutual discriminates against pine tar,
Women instilling emotions don't deny my interest percentage upon the pi chart,
Children crated crippled visions like eye guards,
Whipping it with incisions you faggots are self implied stars,
Posing for respect hiding behind interests in fine arts,
Enterprise of a benign being who hides behind rhymes hard,
Cyanide for the mind of a proclaimed Einstein who lies within sky stars,
Courage of lions please pry me off of my grinds spark,
No Noah your behind compared to my nice arc,
Boat with relationship swines crying covered with blue tarp,
Dog I can't be muzzled my style is primed starch,
Nail file shavings fueling imaginary time carts,
fed to federals in crime cars,
Intestines filled up with metal ripped through with your tied arms,
I spy high off a gray line ignoring hindsight with my spine arched,
No flow garbage outta control like the fire inside of a quasar,
Recognizable bigger than life like the icon in trey-arch,
Mustard and table salt now squire just lick it off,
Abundance of lip gloss and scrape it with the dick using A1 steak sauce,
Shit is wavy eyes crossed wastedand an old shit ric flair off breaking gettin tossed,
You know everyone player hated those rich switch exhaust,
Cutting sticks into my wrist and blow a spliff in my thickened cough,
Your motives have shifted from bitch to straight up salad toss,
Makeup can't hide the face of a stallion hoe and your writtens lost,
Child shouldn't be spittin he's fishing in a pond that's lit with paws,
Cover the hole you shoved grits in with modern systems sought,
Trip off a tricks moss with pistols spitting and sick thoughts,
We're split incidentally like criss cross,
Fuck these sloppy women gargling a dick soft,
You filthy bitch your harvesting his piss with kicks on,
Disgusting hoes maniacally rides a cock with wigs on,
Sike I'm with a dyke who looks like she shoots up crystal in her sloppy tits,
The poppy plant is an option that I've been thinking of opting in,
Can't stop these sins with bottled gin,
No toppings on your waffles bitch,
Shut the gospel I'm a hostile dick,
Obnoxious eye circles drooping now watch the bosses sprint,
Cops confronted approached with a roach couldn't cope with this potion drink,
Slow motion figures and black crows with raps hotter than stove top,
Take the hint that I'm the shit and your clothes not,
A gap that splits the ocean take the notion you faggots have no plot,
Rapping things you couldn't imagine while you stand there in those crocks,
Laughing smoking cabbage out of a patch then slip your hoe a bit of the slow cock,
Just the tip after she's getting dizzy taking sips with cold rocks,
Satans kid telling folktales in dirty old socks,
Surely his soul will fold under control of white pills in the nose snot,
You gross fucks get cheap thrills from a boys knob,
Sit ins with adolescents like a boycott,
Manifesting under arrest from a pest with a bottled wooden yacht,
These sluts I wouldn't uncoil even as their goodies drop,
Sorry honey no hoodies your like foil in the fridge cold as pudding pops,
Sewn with the strings of a grassy knoll you'd play footie on,
Full blown tard missing chromosomes you need to stay withdrawn,
Molded with claymation you fake goods out of a bakery get away from me,
3rd person view you shouldn't play with he,
These greens are crazy inhale and feel your decaying teeth,
Fucking pussy Twitter flex you ungrateful game slave no chance of breaking me,
Pancake flip your proclaimed stake in me slain on streets,
Fake snakes are vacating to waves it's obscene,
Your mother is paid undesirably licks a dick with shaving cream,
Eats the rits out of a sleeve I'm not talking crackers butterbean,
Nostalgic man arms flapping angrily after recognition of shuttered dreams,
Wanna wreck the system and feed babies some mustard treats,
Overcame by another with pigment of custard I'm clean,
Fuck lust and affection I'm as rough as rubber scraping down the street,
I'm an un relatable sensation but I'm checkmated feelings left in a crate with one you'd find with groceries,
Wined and dined with a fake mink coated baby peach,
Enslaved to emotion bitch I hate you to pieces,
Spray paint to cover up my hideous facial features,
Insidious man with pivotal pen movements on paper I preach it...
Written by Colimonk
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