16 Bars 3-22-2022 #18

If I'm psycho, it's psycho somatic.

On top of the world when I'm feeling pedantic.

The tragedy is out of my control.

I can't take control when the devil is dancing.

French gourmet made the world gay.

And the granola boxes don't look the same.

Dad's dick in a taco was an attempt to turn me against my hermanos.

Kill everyone that I love and drive down the highway in a Mazda Toronto.

Screaming out "Fuck drugs!" doing laps on the block while the police follow.

They poisoned more than the well:

The foods for the mind and the body as well.

My distorted senses were inventing a hell.

My future was crafted for jail.

Passive and aggressive and as real as Israel.

All their sins were mine, and I was nicer than retail.

Now that world War 4 seems to be imminent.

They want me informed and militant.

It's World War three, you idiot.

I pillage the village and kill the innocent.

Sisyphus aint got shit on this immigrant.

I'm speaking the wisdom of God,

and nobody's feeling it.

Quick, write up a syllabus.

Hillbilly screaming south will rise again!

Before the rice is done, I'm killing all my friends.

Metaphors are for a better war.

I'm your man of letters, Thor.

I know just what I mean.

They try to censor me.

Now Facebook is Meta?

I smile whenever I think about all of your children dying for nothing.

Beyond Amazon

OJ's Bronco.

Atlantic, romantic,

Skate or test my fate.

Running from cops, hopping a gate.

Showing up late.

Yeah, Mom, everything's great.

Sucking my thumb.

Smoking with bums.

Dumber than dumb.

Sipping on rum.

You know where I'm from.

2 plus 2 is the sum. (Because 2 plus 2 equals 5)

Is this dude playing hackey sack with a bag of crack?

Oh, sorry, I already battled that.

You want to be petty.

Well, bitch, I'm ready.

Waitress, bring the spaghetti.

I had to ask this battle cat

Rattle tat. Bat shit crazy suicide attack.

I'm in an RPG where everyone's sick.

You said go home. Shit.

I already hit you with a clean guitar lick.

My move is stronger.

A Lifetime lesson.

Your aunt knows all about my secretive weapons.

It appeals to more emotions than depression.

Laughter, anger, aggression.

Marky Mark, same face as a narc.

Engraved her name in my chest

With the words "love" and a question mark.

I'm at the park. Where the bridge crosses.

On my cellphone, and my hand's on the banister.

Telling her "I'm Forest Gump, and you, bitch, you're my Jennifer."

High on ecstacy tablets.

That white army dude is a faggot.

Reproductive clone without tradition.

I'm in a trash can, and no I'm not the trash man.

It's so sod.

You're nursery rhymes are my deathnote.

It's so scammed. Selling your soul for crypto.