Lyrical Ramblings of Cabbages and Kings,

All the best actors found a way to flip the script, all the best lines were popped off the tip of the of the dome split, mind blown, wooh shit moments like woah did he say that? i think he did is he switchin the flip? i think so he broke the taboo and third wall all in one kick, like bruce lee, its like energy, fluid and water like it be slick as glass and sharp as tacks and snaps like the crack of the whip when it his its addictive watchin the magik work its magik addin to the friction in the slack of the jaws reactin to risen applause and clapping laughter, woah did he just do that? influence 100 thousand kids to get microphones and do-rags? or get an ak-47 and (clap x16) sixteen bodies on the flow dead floor red non stop choppin he be cleavin through the fo-heads, cause the truth is that what you leave is how exist once has life has been lived. so live and let live, kill the mike an thats it, speak ya mind and speak the truth, it hurts but lets be honest like on mamas checkin up on us, be better than bitches an hoes and tricks and thots, its not classy, stop, slut really im not ya daddy, nah, stop laughin im not actin ill strap kitten to the mattress and paddle your princess ass for like five hours straight without breakin a sweat, scratching the surface, i swear... fine ass an all that, break ya back in half and slap you stupid with a belt strap.

an i aint playin, im just sayin, my sadomasochistic side has a little bit of a fetish for chicks with limps and sore tookuses lookit is princess gimpin again? thats what you get for the bad language now stangld up straight or its the razorblade and pay attention.

my every sentence is a death sentence,

i murder every breath, pen, and syllabalable, able to shape the planet with each vowel, consonants on the constant, mumble rapper ass nonsense stop it, if you cant hang dont write, or hir a ghost like drake. might be the easy way to go out in the end, never really feeling what youre droppin on the tracks and bumpin down the blocks following the trends already on the racks. bought prepackaged and weighed for the masses, instaclassic, but whats in a name other than tiny strings and fancy fabrics, ready to rip at any moment, i dont mean to intrude into your daily interludes of self aggrandization im still waiting to see the greatness in a glass house with rusty nails. i aint hatin just thinkin, sittin drinkin, lonely for another very long ass weekend.