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Old 08-23-2022, 07:41 PM   #3248
Concrete
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a defiant punk solely seeking guidance from violent bums
as my eyelids close my mind is one with the silent hum
absinthe and applesauce back and forth
a lack of love got me jackin off to kalashnikovs
you're looking kinda frigid, feel heat my bars emit
spreading fierce fire like some arsonist narcissist
ready to operate and dissect, it's straight surgery
btw hope you're doing well, pardon the fake curtesy
whatever my pen's tasked with, find targets then advance in
taking out competitors one at a time like a zen assassin
rebel - get served, challenge C you got a hell of a nerve
only said I'll be-game to battle as in the level you deserve
you aint testing this killer always wrecking down pillars
refusing to see the light like triggered whiggers checkin out mirrors
now as a triflin act you contemplate fighting back
reappearing with a double account twice as wack
you're acting all moody, so I find it rather soothing
to just punch you out cold, call it a mood swing
several blows permanently damaging temporal lobes
shining like emerald glow on you basement dwellers
blatant failures clearly being misled by red herrings
you seem kinda slow - better check your bearings
or try some nuance, fix your glasses, get new ones
flexing inferior texts only makes you sub-human
as in a weirdo striving to maintain a well kept look
catch you at the library reading self-help books
whatever you drop greeted with relentless silence
attacks lack any point, bars literally senseless violence
coming to complexity, I'm taking this to new places
crafting intricate lines while you struggle tying shoe laces
your life the unsung saga, abused by your drunk mama
therapy may resolved issues, now you get blunt traumas
bad guy of mankind, I put killers in the dirt like landmines
enlightened at the grand shrine, recognized buddhas gangsign
and those endless tirades is just to much to handle son
you call it freestyling, sane people only hear you ramble on
cos demented and vague lines tend to make poor sense
I know my way around a pen, you're literally too dense
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