a verse

used to be grassroots of trends that people followed, and swallowed, it was industry.
now i'm in street teams with a hollow manifestos that shatters your wack ministry.
i blew my sneeze at death traps and thanked my head for brain space back.
then i walked around for a mile's pace before i stopped to break a sweat.
breeze two degrees to the bank escape for peeps that want a facebook smack.
your franz and fritz twin brother stars were dead in the mud like fuckin' quicksand.
i had a brown encyclopedia bag before i finished a book by sir arthur conan doyle.
the bibliographies cited the hulkomania quotes from the crown royals and soil foil.
i pissed on your smelly jellyfish sting because you were running out of jams. shmuck.
then i did a silly r kelly thing and told your daughter about your tan can. bucket.
now she really thin looking like pop eye olive oyl. i got a lot of styles i fuck with.
i might teach you how to boil dabs while you're hot like a night trial. muck it.
i might smile, but that cold knife is like a biter when it grinds your gear smuckers.
that's why i'm wilding on the asylums where they underline the fears of suckers.
you want me to blow up, but i don't care. i'd rather dare to kill your child in vetro.
stereo homicidal places, placated placebo's rare, and none has been done in vetoes.

they got a case inside of windows, the telescope lens
feds collide a scope down the ghetto with hurricane winds
while the rape victims hide in the medical wings
getting fed the same injections and make devil the king
ask for your friends when there's deaths in the news
induce the symbolism that we're faking our views
i had a hallucination that the world would ever make sense
running around the walls of the government fence
i make a beat like prince and get called the culprit
but what they seek is in a covenant like pews at pulpits
i brought the basket to the picnic, sorry i was antsy
i love the thoughts of the wicked, an army of anxiety
watch the money exchange hands, an available journey
american securities break change technological currency
the killers of nipsey were the animal rule, human crooks
biggie and 2pac with their feudal and futile doodle books

This shit sux its garbage.
More gay bars than San Fran