2 weaks

i was 14 years old, doing too much moving.
now i wanna grow up and eat a dead human.
i wanna burn up all the feds and infancy ward.
until i'm dead i think i'd rather infantry wars.
because i'll firebomb a wegman's or hospital.
because i'm high on a cig, money's impossible.
feds on my case they got a file on my fortnite.
and all i get is french roasts and newport lites.
if you've ever thought of murdering cops,
blame it on female group bias and girl talks.
the white rat women with the pink anus,
standing around looking weird at strangers.
i can't stand a rock guy, they always wrong,
that's why hollywood co-wrote every song.
devil america can't spend a grand on tyrant,
they'd rather push me off my own native lands.

i can listen to myself mimic the best critics.
cynics ain't shit if you think your getting it,
legit, hit the exit, i'm here for the vexes.
rip vests in thick tense intents to fist bitches,
with a muppet on my couplet and a uppercut
cuff link, the such thing as your ugly duckling,
miserable american ruckus abruptest, muck it.
i put blood in mud and ink and sweat up my hooded.
you wanted a philosopher stone message board,
but i got the content of a chex boxes, chess, bored.
extra, with the bonus, and i'm hitting hidden buttons.
text it again to the potus and throw the walrus mutton.
the way i'm cutting up you would think i'm gingerbread.
go ahead, the man with names ninja head, bring the dead,
ping buccaneer rings cause the screams are read.
freddy ain't dead in the next cuss, like what the heck?

we're shipping off to the coffin fields, no poppy
all i'm sipping is coffee feels, around so cocky
flicking coins like a shifty dope deal, throat steals
boys hoping to not need the iron out to do steel
throw you under the bus and the pope on wheel
you don't know what's real but wool's no shield
i grope all the air when i breathe without choking
so what's got the whole town smoking out open?
acting like the ego is broken, the eagle ain't frozen
i'm so lotus i'm op opus, i'm opponent the omen
combing the soundwaves, weaving the shogun
shotgun the notices with a big fucking peace token
they got themselves some shining stars flag poling
learning them a good rhyming word for iraq's poison
how they got the whole book from some ancient evils?
thinking about science while never paying the table...