THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Wise Wiggles]

Don't smile. Just mimic me. Let limits leave & go wild
Ghost files. Hone styles grow beard long like goat piles
Throat biles to verbal sling shot
Universe? A sink spot, I just hurt & I think lot
Who'd want to emerge from that sweet slot?
I'm a fucking murderous heat glob
My words are funerals. Person in sheets
Coffins next. It's brought a hex. Nasty ass spell
But words are nothing? Return the button
Don't drag me to hell. Can't breathe. Panicky
Off Sandy you dwelled. Portland's a ghost
So now I just roll to coast, pick up sandy ass shells
Sick looking agates. I mean, it could be tragic
Heart bursting. Hard. Worst thing. My scar. Your wings.
Purity run off. Waterfall abundance
You'd be at the crystal ballroom & punish
I want to hit some dude with a guitar in the stomach
Bar fights? Fuck it. I want to start a hundred a night
I wanna walk right up in Compton, like it sucks to be white
Full spread. Posture over.
Stab a bouncer in the neck. With a pencil. Rock'n Rolla
I talk to auras. You want a mind fuck? I'm the doctor for ya
This faggot's scared, he went a got a lawyer. Pussy twat exposure
Bury you in the back. Pussy rot, that's closure
Never ends. It really never begins. Forever evenings.
Messed up moons. We're all gonna be dead fucks soon
Let's huff fumes of nitrous, riot high,
light years away off the best cut shrooms
Violence. Vile hints sprinkled in violins through this vital lense
Reeks. Creaks of this primal stench
Weak. Wishing weeks upon weeks time'll bend
Beseeched. You see, there is no final end