IRS
 

my hairline sharp mcs strut for there place in the dark
i walk threw caverns barefoot in thought
record my luminescence in chalk
fool the peasants into thinking with cruel intentions for shorts
doomed discretion cool as a menthol on a full moon dimension
phoenix rise upon the buddahs blessings and cruel deceptions
lesions heal time to stop the wounds infection
my soul is destined i look at the globe and behold the heavens
glow with temperance like a kitana out the fires essence
im not a liar epic but hide truth for desires merit
find you in due time to dare it amongst spirits
laughing at our criminal acts ask a cleric
he will tell you my inner visons don't lack temporal trap
collapse amongst the lights seering heat i appear to see
once reborn on a planet that absorbs the love of a rarer beast
oddity in space colostomy bags burst when this artist
leaks his waste apart of me replaced with harmony's of grace
or the devils just joshin me until i ought to be replaced

you totally wiggled the fuck out that one. dope bonk flow. and fuck the irs