N word

The recipe for my madness
is excessive exposure to faggots
I’m far over the average
Like a five leafed clover, in fact bitch
When I’m sober I’m savage
but when I’m high, there’s a motor imbalance
that makes me spontaneously go for the slashin’
chokin and stabbin’
I’m trying hard I hope I can hack it…
by which I mean your throat with a hatchet
the average human is a self propelled gas bag
with their recycled opinions and there stupid faggoty hash tags
their like a hive mind, the masses eat trash bags
full of propaganda, from repackaged, re-hashed ads
for this politician and that shitty cash grab
all I hear is blah blah blabbity blab blab
it makes me wanna stabbity stab stab
I’d happily stab av-
-erage humans and crappily clad lads
emulating the faggotry called swag
And don’t get me started on these fucking disgusting people
arguing over politics, every politician’s a fucking weasel
Hillary and Trump and whoever else, they’re all fucking equal
If you vote for anyone ever than you’re trusting evil
It’s like giving your wedding ring to fucking smeagel
I hope I’m fucking helping you adjust your cerebral
fuck fuck fuck, suck my fucking wanker
I’m an omni-hater
plus a college karate major
and human limb hockey player
I added dead body flavour
to my coffee maker
while my pet zombie ate your
ovulating sloppy banger
in case you didn’t know, banger
is british slang for/ pussy
I fucked Emma with a coat hanger/ than gave her a cookie
I thought she was cool at first but I guess the skank earned/ a good peak
into the type of insane words/ that make her/ anger/ look weak
I slayered her/ stretched her clit twenty acres/ and savoured/ it when I sealed her cunt with a stappler/ should seek
psychiatric help
but they might stop the neuroplastic wealth
of raps that make plastic melt
into the eyes of the average, welp…
I guess it doesn’t matter if you kill those that laugh at health
and trash themselves
with massive bags of MSG and transfats, then belch
you disgusting pig, jurassic belt-
-ed fat bitch, your artery collapses, melts
while they stuff you in an ambulance like “we can’t make her ass fit, help!”
consumerism
subdues your wisdom
and you rely on wage slavery to produce your income
most of your shopping decisions, computers give em’
they monitor your habits and build suggestive algorithms
your puny existence
is truly a business
hugely addicted
to everything from the food to the pharmaceutically lifted
mood we exhibit
temporarily when you take the shit that
they give you to continue to be sick with
so you keep payin’ them and usin’ the shit, bitch
the key to mental health is truly simplistic…
avoid all humans, and don’t be a dipshit
I hate life
my only friend is a steak knife
but he stabbed me in the face twice
cause’ I wouldn’t play nice
and use him to rape dykes
in their waste pipes…
what the hell did I just write?
this is what Emma gets for being uptight
she’ll get a cactus shoved right
in her butt, yikes
she has the right
to remain silent and suck shite
and don’t blame me for this shit, when someone gives me enough shite
there’s no filter, I just type
fuck “nice”
This wasn’t even meant to be about you
at first, but since you wanna sling insults, I guess I’ll show you how to
now back to some subject matter that actually matters
in the hopes that the facts will be gathered
into your cranial cavity faster
I absorb gamma particles from a massive reactor
strapped to my back while I climb a gravity ladder
and happily splatter
battery acid in your eyeballs, and mathematically shatter
the minds of the cops that come after me, after
for assault and battery, bastard
I psychopathically laugh for
the whole time I craftily crash your
brain circuits
and make paper mache’ out of your epidermis
I’ll never accept the worthless
as worthy to walk the earth it’s
bad enough that lil pump and 69 dress like they work at
a fucking circus
and rap like dirt, but their rich

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