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How could he say it???? Actually the alchemy’s basic. I’m just shitfaced on my balcony, wasted with a big case of alchy that I found in my basement. I’m pounding the pavement, so that would explain it. But never went for a walk. I passed out on the asphalt and hit my head on the block. Bled in the spot like a period, cause it’s ten o’clock in the evening and I’m getting bombed on the weekend. Seething, getting bothered and bleeding. Trying to think.. that’s why I drink: cause the medicine stops what I’m feeling. I’m like a kettle pot that’s screaming, getting off some steam and getting hot, the demon from hell will knock your teeth in. I’m never sober on a bender, sorta. Ready to take on any opponent you send me over. Type a cat to use a semicolon in my sentence homie.
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Holy fuck, this was one of the best I've read from you, at least that part. There were times when you were forcing the rhymes out a little too much, sure, but the scheme was just insane and kept a solid cadence.