[PancakeBrah]

Bleak's Island

He's a recluse. Netcee's short fused short demon in shorts,
Our hidden soothsayer, on his island he's a genius of sorts.
Rhymes in smooth layers, typing a magnum opus in a jot,
If you didn't know, yes he's the greatest. "Dopest in the spot"
The spot being where you don't fuck chicks, but focus on the cops.
You think he's joking but he's not, weed stench in his mouth,
Downing a couple shots, pungent pot got the senses aroused,
"toke an L, I'm screamin fuck the cops."...scaring all the imaginary friends on his couch.
He's Beethoven on an empty stage,
Clay Aiken and still gay, stuck in the closet with extensive rage,
lusting for the feeling of being unleashed. Writing amazing frees with the keys,
and creating a new alias to drop the first feed for this piece.
He's banned, but his spirit lives with every poster's heart,
there's a moment of silence for him before any roast'll start.
Mythic in rhyming. His mind revealed emotion in me in unfurled fate,
because how can Netcee's keep moving on "when the meat of this world waits,"