[sral]

you inoffensive, bet i can make you mad just finger flexing
bitch i piss off pentecostal goers quick as i can spit a sentence
bring that menace to your door, you ain’t never been as raw
it’s embedded in my core, met the devil at the drawbridge
had him trembling before me from the hell that’s in my thoughts
burning like the embers of the torch he should have passed…
caught it in my grasp as I forced it from his hands
now I’m forging me a path beyond the ordinary man
you’re too caught up in the past to ever recognise your present
too blind to recognise the light that beckons in your dying seconds
just might be heaven, a singularity event
where the blackhole that your kept ins made of matter that’s so dense
it can challenge your perception, taking gradual effect
on your mass in the spaghettification that unravels in your head
time travel isn’t everybody’s cup of tea, but British dudes love it
to fix a true cuppa, mines a builders with milk and two sugars

quick 16