Polygamy

[Mr. J]

On a journey with no mission at hand
My reality fucked since listening to Damn.
Thats how I imagine most writers now
Poets pour a 40, followers pull their lighters out.
Im flying now, spinning while winging it.
my lasers at the door, I went Brinks with it.
Nickle plated named Officer, start listening to it.
its starts singing music. like wee ooh wee ooh
I got better things to do than repeat you people.
If I beef, I beef with equals, you a treat for sweet tooths.
Why bother with you chicks & pacs, weak ass measles
measly ass sucker, you singing to the choir.
this spike will help it sink in....you tired....
beach days, heat wave, bringing the fire...
you think you getting laid but the Sharks hungry
try getting froggy but you aint getting heart from me.
Mozarts bubbly, Bach got me acting like an acolyte
Vivaldi surpasses time, Debussy can pass the pipe
baby powder in palm if you think you Magic Mike
notta nam nudda bitch gon start acting right...
far side passing by in the eye of the milky way.
Cross between gorilla, ape, & the old Vanilla tapes.
its still a shame I aint got my act together killing lames
their foundation has weeknd, I cant feel my face
Its a...crying shame i havent got my act together.
meet the plural of da foot like Im backed by Shredder.
Got a twisted mind when I started getting high.
now Im sitting in this char just kicking rhymes.
passing time while the suckers outside blazing country
try to tell em something they respond like vacant dummies.
I was chilling with the AC blasting, waiting in hell.
soon as them tires screeched you got saved by the bell....



its alright.....I dont see why Im fucking with yall