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Dirty Looks and Cold Shoulders

My words are so sexy
I make intercourse verbally
Like sweating in divorce court
Or cumming internally
You see I like to study the facts
Using coordinated attacks
My patterns are off the track
This rap will self destruct in 5 seconds flat
Hop on my train of thought to reflection
Getting lost in the essence
Dirty looks and cold shoulders
Are the remainders of honest expressions
Working your hands to the damn bone
Awaiting your long-lost pensions
Never making enough
They're always taking too much
The only thing in my pockets
Is rusty change and dust
WTF am I supposed to do?
Maybe I should sell my semen
For a buck or two
HAHA HAHA the jokes on you!
I'm in a quarter life crisis
Brain numbing mundane bullshit
How can anybody like this?
Prepare for the ritual of battle
As the darkness enters yours brain
Like madcow cattle
Make you mindless
I want to kill them with kindness
If I had one wish, it's to be equal
And destroy the two sides
In the eyes of evil
I'm a servant in heaven and a king in hell
That's why I get special privileges
Whenever I tell this tale
I pledge allegiance to myself
Of the Divided States of America
And to the Republic for all it's wealth
One nation under control
The hysteria and injustice
For all to be told
Developing new protocols
To bind with our laws
Making us feel comfortable
Feeding our children processed crap
Called Lunchables
If I were an Oscar Mayer weiner
I'd f**k the man in his face
With a mother***ing cleaver
This is more than just words and a beat
This is our future interlocked
Like a dog on a leash
In God we trust printed on all our money
Nevertheless I do me
As they live their life selfishly
Material possessions are their evidence of power
Mental showers invade my every move
It's getting harder to tell our kids
That we were born to lose
All this s**t has to stop
Where's the revolution
When you need it on lock?
I'm rich with my words
But poor with my loot
If I wanted to be a thug
I'd be on the news
In downtown Miami selling crack
Out the back all juiced
Que tu quieres papi?
You understand my views?
Written by Prometheus86 (Justin)
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