All these fucking morals must stop, shove a knife through your bandaid,
a crackhead, crackpot and pothead gonna rampage your landscape,
run amock dancing while I murder multiple mockingbirds and say,
I rewrote literature in my ashtray, how could this have happened,
I'm big headed, shit headed, headed for the brink of the cliff
with all the medicinal acid trips I need a medic but I might slit his head with,
a tight string and behead him and leave his motorbike revvin',
''bye Kevin!'' two days after his wedding, that's my idea of heaven
^Haha, you get thumbs up for this part.
I started reading the verse and my first impression was that you write like you're trying to be Necro, but as soon as you settled into your groove and moved past the attempts at overly complex wording/rhyming... anyways, the ending was rugged. Welcome to the forum.
Keep doing you
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