Sometimes I like to write about my feels...

[Witty]

....but this isn't one of those times, this is one of those rhymes that'll make you kick a pregnant bitch in the stomach til the ugly hoe dies and you can see the fetus juice leaking under those thighs, this that thunderdome style, we're dueling with this rhymin' shit, I'm mad max, you're a student of this violent wit. The evilest bastid with the demons to match it, shit, I'm bleeding, a masochist who believes in peace with an asterisk, what I mean is I feel like a pacifist but there's anger in me that will never leave, and it's cancerous, but I'm a cross between Thor, Charles Manson, and Jesus of Nazareth, except if it was me I wouldn't have helped that piece of shit Lazarus "You're dead and STILL want my help? Nah, deal with it, faggot bitch"...and I'm sorry if this seems a bit blasphemous, but I don't believe in that magic shit, I don't adhere to antiquated schemes like a classicist. It's strange, because only in my dreams am I passionate, in real life I'm cold, calculating, seen as an analyst....I'm lonely, fuck, my only crutch is this weed so I leannnn on the cannabis. If you look into my soul you'll see a philanthropist but if you keep digging deeper you'll find the disease that I battle with, nationalist greed for me was the catalyst to say 'fuck the world', because I hate the killers but I don't believe in the activists. I'm still young, the book of my life just opened, so why do I feel like I'm on the last scene of the manuscript? Nah, I'm kidding, well not really...I dunno, damn....fuck. Go lick an old man's nuts and the two of you hold hands, slut. Just random lines to pass the time, I've mastered rhymes and now I'm bored so I'll rape a drunk bitch and smash her spine, choke her to death with a rubber dick while I fuck her in the ass with mine, the craziest, laziest, haziest, mind...dunno if I'm coming or going, but if I'm cummin'....saying I didn't know she was underage won't save me this time.