Blah and blah, but yo, shit is raw

I don't care what you hold in my face
A gat might erase my mental real estate
But you can never replace the state of grace

I re-make from disparate disarray in every display
What I slay lasts past the days
So I'll still divide your fronts.

Fuckers. YOU ONLY DIE ONCE!

Dream molding
Steam rolling
Cream folding

Seems beholden..
But here's the close up scoping...

I was never chosen.
I fucking BROKE IN!
Divinity caught  me and roped me in

I got lippy so Epiphany got to choking me!
Deft and true, she kept at it too
For many minutes after I was blue!

Breath borrowed from hoping
I stepped back up outspoken
Yeah, a fucking dope for sure!

That's the shit you get with Loki as an interloper!

Slapped back down but I was good to face.
Foot of grace
Stood my place

Should've been put to waste...

But from the tip of me...
Getting twisted witty and lippy
Epiphany got a taste

And said here's your stolen crown...
We're sending you back down
To nonfiction foundation

With lips locked to this place within,
Crunching sense spinning
Punishment for your sinning:

Forever trumping crimes in rhyming
Punchlines on OUR WHIMS!

Comedown:

Wanting all along to walk with you on my arm
Knew you were too strong to be charmed
Knew you didn't need any man-imal to keep you from harm
Your animal had the bond without alarm

So we moved in our space
Grew to groove with grace
I got it bad and true so I gab it through

Drop flows because prose shows the avenue
Whereby I can shout, howl and mirror
All the things I'd rather whisper-growl in your ear!

Offering hours of afterplay...
“How?” always once they say.
Deep gushes are the rebuttal

I keep touches subtle
Enough to trust afterplay
Can just be a layer of the day