Coup d'état,
The inhospitable theologian threat
The hostel kid whose slogan is written French
My verse force words as flowing is to the flex
Verse is broken ? Fix it in the hospital bed
Remember. I won't already just now forget (?)
Thanks, my couplets are coupled to death
Just went full retard. Cigarettes after sex
I am he. Misery mutiny. I overthrew me next
I mean I'm breaking the last puzzle piece left
With My Hebrew brothers entering in Jacob's trouble
We All fall down, only for me it's impossible to quit
My skull is the pen, brain is the ink setting the text
Let me clue you in and I'mma be Gentlemen-genuine
I'm pent up alien with skin missing skeleton
An empty everything, digesting oxygen as medicine
Disgusted at the dosing so I injected adrenaline
A dope head, I'm trembling daydreams mad again
OH look ther goes Eminem and his estrogen stench
Like teen spirit, even Kurt's murder is suspect
Whatever, never mind.
Ladies and gentlemen, I'm a has been never been
Some of these lines I wrote whenever I was last
A better man.
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What is public must be legit, fit for average consumption, don't forget. What is private is handled by pirates, prying loose profits from prosthetics. To tell the difference between: first remain unseen with a steady breath and hope, then listen to the cracks in the wall with a stethoscope.
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