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[verse 1: bones mcqueen]
i panicked
i was manic
and blew a gasket
moved castles backwards as i howled with magic
cinematic cameras spin out capturing panoramas
left the planet for the status of truest form
blue notes boosted by crooning of tuba h_rns
can’t remain crude, watching toons for all eternity
burning trees subverted by the curvature of smoke
the way it soaks in light of the fractals and the melody
i feel the rush like ketamine
with plentiful chemical energy
it’s meditated from my penetrated soul
on the edge of the precipice
scared to let it go
scared to drop dents like nightmares in dead leaves
vanished to a place where no one knows about, forget me
i’m empty
without even a penny for your thoughts (hmm)
broke like stubborn mustangs black holes in my socks
call me don grady all the pretty horses want me
countless bounties called for my noggin
obstacles block me
d_mn
wish i had the power to move mountains
leave beautiful women swooning
and all these f_cking fools astounded
confounded
drowning in fountains
doubting themselves
they’re not about it, dawg
i get up out it
with my motherf_cking mind unclouded
[verse 2: bedrock]
i’ve been
strung up
drawn and quartered for all to see
not even worth spare change
my body comes free of the moorings
that once held it in place
my bank’s all foreclosed, i can’t even give chase
i just float
unhindered by a purpose
now i’m drowning in the surplus of cortisol
past stress’s vectors is all drawn over me
soul is canvas
painted jades of apathy to infinity point, planless
driftin’
so keep busy liftin’ weights
prison yard repetition, cyclical despite fate
the typical sp_wns hate
and boredom is a uterus
in my bedroom, i gestate, l!ckin’ plates clean; useless
’cause the lack of pocketed green is obscene
and sitting on my ass can’t seem to make it appear
i mean
i’m no magician
so i’m gonna need a mortician
’cause i can’t swallow reality
i’d rather devour fiction (mm, tastes pretty good!)
eat it up
sword, sorcery, and armor
just let me hang up my cape, i can’t always be a charmer
in the end, i’ll just harm her
everything is an escape
even these little lines know they won’t ever bless a tape
or the ebony of vinyl
closest thing’s my black lung tissue at recital
showing all the rivals i take issue
with their derivative expletive_injected circus clown cr_p
this your hobbyist to lobbyist for rappers with real craft
they wince when i laugh
after they spit a verse well
i’m sorry if it hurts, i just needed some entertainment
on an ennui spree, not even getting faded
i’d explain it if i only knew how
but it’s buried deep in the soil
past the point that words can plow
sprouting seeds of emptiness
i go to sleep with anxiousness
and waking is falling forwards into two black holes
when you’ve nothing to do
and can’t pay bay bridge tolls
[verse 3: bones mcqueen]
puffs of incense to the head
frankenstein_style honeymoon, leaving you spent on a metal bed
honey hivemind iq i make the metal bend
no fairweather friends
skeptics at malevolence
ebbing and dancing with these swirling currents
pray to neptune serengetti speak won’t defeat the purpose
the reason that i flash flooded into being:
to make people bounce to the beat
and leave their beef in mausoleums
zombie crawling on the vaulted ceiling
comets in my psyche found the lines of sp_ce appealing
it’s the end all, be all
first come, first serve
burn the crud and the surf will devour all of earth
so i’m moving up to high ground (high ground)
following the herd of animals i don’t lie down (lie down)
survival of the fittest but admitted i don’t fit in so i cry loud
fate is sealed with blood and flames
breathing out a white cloud
poseidon sounds, i’m reeling from athenian glory
hallowed be thy reputation
legendary story
books
beware the gore_ridden guts
left the ?? trailing in the forest woods
but the mutter took place at the bottom of a shallow grave
i lurked in the background
until the moment came
drop myself in the dirt
spread to blood and brain
no novacane
november has come again
birthday is a date of the ended
no face, no head
john doe will disappear from the pen
please don’t forget to forget my name
aggravators, i’m gone today
i’m gone today
i’m gone today
motherf_cker, i’m gone today

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