Paragraph Paradox

[Mr. J]

granted I go absent a bunch of idiots run rampant, pitty patted among the scrapped shit, chit chat with above averages asking for a chance in the spotlight dammit, getting gully picking up on what they fish out, whatever the dish out, fresh sushi whats the risk now? whatever dead horse they dig out could get ripped down, see gull i run up on you not giving a flock, I rip it & dont stop, hit it til it pop, got the pus leaking out, holy shit Im peaking now, strip that acapella & beat them down, keep em clowned what a circus brah, what you tryna pull & jerk us off, you want to work with God stick to the barcode as I purchase yall, put that beam on ya put the lean on ya, knock ya ass out & put the dream on ya, i seen all yall, cant take a break, cant waste a day, gotta let them haters haaaaaate, must be ludacris how I got pussys poppin over what they should be droppin, could be droppin, imagine the route they took me off in, now that pot is cooking often, I got that easel, you ease Ls, dont gotta paint a picture when you bring that anger witcha, slanging scriptures of angels with a temper that lost their halo fixtures, depressed shit, oppression with a simple set of imagery, silly me for leaving it for sympathy, false gods that follow wherever the ignorance leads, such a mystery how one can falsify all this time while trying to call it like...yall blind? anyway forget where this was going now Im flowing out & into the next cypher, wherever they test writers better remember that feeling when you stress fire cause someone going to get rolled on & smoked