Later

My spills  
Happen when they happen like  
The universe's expansion. its natural as  
The fabric of gravity it tampers with.
I mastered leaving and coming back like a dead beat dad beating his only family.  
So they mad cause they think i dont deserve to kill a verse but if they understood the shit i scribble they would get it. the only time i force it is when im shittin, im coming off the dome like when a woman givin me exquisite throat on top of the saints home building. my strong sense of justic is crushed by my imma-ture sence of humor it blur lines of truth for critics to get a tumor saying what i am is a paradox well you gon need a pair of docs to stitch ya cause im cuttin up and not given a flippin muda fuck who offended.  i know whats real even if you cant comprehend it. they know not what they do. But my intentions are pure as everclear sip it and when it burn ya lips like all fire do tell me im trippen.  
This not a booth smasher a classic this just something in the moment was on my phone thinging bout a comment. now im thinking bout somebody walking inside of a lobby hollering FUCK ME! Then some one leaps up and ride em. and he's like thanks zip up his fly and walking out like its just another sunday. Its raining bitches thats how quick my intention spand switches im a millennial millitant articulate rebel fighting aginst the olther half of my split personality and bragging. So suck a dick and i apologize that your feelings match a bitch but help is only a few steps off a cliff. So walk or run like your mouth when you talk shit, i hope you choke on the last supper ill call it yall last supper then splat over the eage tryna get back at the god. You must be out of it thinking because your lifting 10 pounds over a marbel dinnet that you not counter fit, you out of shape so dont get droped like  vowels from standing a pledge. On shit you dont understand.