THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Mr. J]

through the graveyard beyond the darkest lake
we had parted ways & this is where your body lay.
whispers echo in a past built on what we hardly say.
mockery made by pissing where you calmly decay.
skipped a few states riding with stolen Washington plates...
my cock in the face of Margot Robbie & hey...
how do the oddities debate it all, is it lottery based?
is it insane or not? Are they doing brain washings today?
I swear the nonsense is never ending
but whatever I say did come with better endings...
the elephant in the room came with an umbrella
Rihanna spoke to me in a dialect I cant fully remember.
her words were meta, created through every drop...
on top of her umbrella...
the wind raged & carried the remains of the fire
without me youd see such a waste of desire..
thats when it all dawns on the face of a squire.
translation: Im tired, spent 20 on food, 10 on snacks..
ordering films on line because redbox is ass...
the martians crashed into the deli around the corner
I heard the cries of pain, & the sounds of warriors.
Ive slain them all without moving from my seat
when the report came in it said there is no eluding my liege
my siege is underway & my thoughts are heroic
so if you try to sub in, youll be in my stomach before you know it.
its the grim reaper.
6 shooter with a sick feature
quick to pull out & spit ether
I could give birth to your demise
but rather let you taste it while kissing her thighs
riiiiight