Life's a Bitch............Keep a Tampon handy

[Mr. J]

Do I crave the chips or just the page & script
I should erase this shit, & make it make sense
nah, what's demonstrated is the minds ability
to splice agility with words that align like symmetry
slight instability, still the feeling is twice tranquility
I fight back cynic dreams another splash in the stream
I flash with chances again but relax in a spin
I'm at it again, nah, I'm just in the accurate dense
repackaged the skin put it in the plastic & rinse
kept it a '100' a couple times over, hittin' my quota
got your pigeons like soda, then spinnin' like Yoda
Snake eyes dice roller, tongues bitten like cobra's
look at my quota...I'm just kiddin' right? hold up...
I'm very void living in a buried voice I'm scary boy
a varied choice, the cherry's moist, but pears are noice...
double back, to where troubles at, then double that
full frontal grasp of one cuddle cat & one disgruntled mass
I could play bitch if you gonna be suckin' the same dick
this is aimless but embrace it before the hit just caves in
I hit my stride a long time ago but never made it easy
I played it sleazy, the 'brains' deceive me, as you out weave me
this shit is funny right?












this is what ugly's like..
when the hand take over & the mind steps back




tell me where my heads at





before I therapy bed that...







and let my lead act....