Lab 16s Ruin
 

Now the boys get to zonin
stuck in the moment
the walls start to close in
look at em roasted.
all cozy by the fire I wrote with
look at them they jokesters
rolling out carpets, pulling out folders
pens to autograph the posters
mouths over-exaggerated motors
metaphors for the coders
a rope to the elopers
machete stashed in upholstery
you J son, no mask, no horror
no cash stashed in the drawer
not a dime, no resemblance of quarters
words you might heed mighty morpher
to fit in round here youll get turned into mortar.
spit words of the sorceror
to vex & outsource ya
now you stuck in a vortex
trying to re-wrap but explore less
this is why the courts jest
make it hurt like sore sex
mind split...cerebral cortex
couldnt hit harder with four heads
buttered up with no corn left
lost a peel & seeds, unfortunate
scythe lord with a great finish
these cornballs are on paint thinner
cant grow well cause they taste bitter.
its not fair, worthy of plates with it.
get pwned, do it how the apes mimic
with the strength to pop eyes like they ate spinach
its their right to shake spears & hate this shit.
pretend it was written in 8 minutes
time to throw away the key.....