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Malapropism Game

Mimics, gimmicks, carp on.
Switched pictures like Al Sharpton
Kicking licks with vigor, unpardoned.
Violent tricks, mindful and sick
So I drop science quips

Slick wrath, this and that
Sick raps, rip past
Wit gets so quickly lapped
Critics get whiplash!

Tokes and beers, smoke and mirrors
I awoke so much clearer
Without worrying or hurrying
Just stirred by the current of every seer!

Smart-ass. So plucky shit erupts from my rear.
Fucking tons of rhymes and jeers
Flushing punchlines fast as they appear

Touching something near
Illicit fears, dis-a-fucking-pear!
Wish you were here...

Brung the vice from the core of me
Run the growing strife and inglory
Bildungsroman life story
Staying hazy, flowing is about
Slaying the crazy before I get to foaming at the mouth
There's always more about!

A just 'cuz story. Just cause to bust off
Flow torridly, a loathe story, where lust stops
I trust in my chops, never rust, never drop!

Madness makes the heart wander. Absence pondered
Sadness laundered, glad to get beyond. Gab my songs
Strapped to soul bombs like the Golden Dawn!

Actions empower my words, passion to devour lures
Ass backwards into traps disturbed, disguised as prey found
Slide up to me and find the Devil's Playground!
Rifling rhymes, defiling idle minds, slay my sound

Prose by any other game would be more discreet
I arose to maim spells on my feet
As ye crow so shall ye reap!

Firespitting keeps me warm to the teeth, reborn for keeps
Wrong charm, strong arm is a mace up my sleeve!
Ripping shit, tearing feces, all the bits and pieces.

Beyond compare, above the score. All that despair
In love and war is the sound of prevention and the grounded cure
Crowns are left backwards from spinning heads-- so stay back
I slay fast seance tracks from the dead!

Duty is in the surprise of the flow, pure
Beauty is in the sighs of milfs, older
Sin deep, spin even in my sleep, whims and treats
Balls to clout, devout to call-outs

Decision to aspire, schisms by fire, baptism by desire
Whatever I get into, I take higher
Slap you until you can handle the honest
Get past the mindspan I vomit, smackhanded comment!

Slay after day, travelling the handbasket way
Casket of grace, catch what I say?
Bare tomes, blare after I bone, share my inner home

Beat wars into Tao to share
Swords into flagpoles, beware!
Dare to hurdle but my circle has no squares

Be there, spit sparks, die parched
Not at leisure but on my feet like Caesar at the Ides of March!
Elastic in the saddle, adaptable graphic prattle
Attack sheeple and cattle!

The more configured they are?
The more ardor when they fall
Spit and call, bet it all!

The best played advice lent for mice or men
Tight and bent, furious oddities spill fast
Curiosity spills my rap!

Brawl 'til every spade is played
Blare the bits to square the narrative
All I live is self-made, scrawl it each day!

My chain is as strong as what bleeds when I think
So I keep every link, restoring every 40 winks
Rejoining phrases, coining plays, purloined in a daze

Stature in disaster so Hell & high water
Bespelled my fly blotter. Plan through all you do
Damned if you don't. Handle it up front!

Slay fate, holler my court!
These days I await a brawler's sport
Stay up late- Ocean of dreams- coasting into port

Came into this pious, expecting David vs. Goliath
The game checked my way instead, I couldn't hide from it
Her foot on my chest, her hands on my head
Showed me what made Daedalus go quiet!

I said, you want me to rip sick for Icarus?
A'ight ma'am, I can try this.
Shiny enough? Finding the trust to not
Scoff at diamonds in the rough
Got my feet cut!

Dressed to thrill, stressed to ill, test my will
Relevance in what I croon. Headful of sense to zoom.
Peddle the white elephant in the room!

Spry against disguise, groove loose
Code of Hammurabi decides what to do
Ran down the game, scanned the names
Of every pundit who fans the flames!

Not the same as the flash in the pan,
Crashing plans, cash what I can
Just on for fun hence, I'm a glutton for pun's sense
Past the crust, running at first glimpse!
Drop schisms to re-frame,
Riddling, no one's the same,
Spitting for malapropism game!
Written by LokiOfLiterati
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