~Conflagration~ open omittance persists indifferent so I've grown indignant and go ballistic flows so malignant know no forgiveness fictitious bitches only spitting slogans of gimmicks yet still get given all praise and riches it's been a hindrance spitting this sickness just to get missed by rigged decisions no hidden intentions bear witness to my conviction's invictus awakened vision no need for these lames no patience for snakes I'm going to take what was misgiven only for the sake of fixing the binges keepsakes of gates blown off the hinges never said I should be winning but it's been more than a mistake to rate me way down position won't tolerate clowns this conspicuous in ignorance so I'm parading around and berating them now no evading the sounds no escaping the whipping with its swift deliverance no hesitation lacerations slashing ghastly pacification to trash the wackness faster than it spazzes in frustration I've no desire to acquire A title from such a lot My mind doesn't require Acknowledgement from a bunch of idle dipshits piling up to rot my ire desires to mire the liars with funeral pyres of fire ignited with zero hesitation deniers can't fight it when they've grown so complacent no preparation they're finding themselves in a dire position the heat released creating prespiration sweating this demon unleashed to wreck each statement made replete of any earnest placement emanating mundane imitation demonstrating deranged emulation miasma from my magma incites asthma like plasma ionized to itemize what's idolized like hyphen signs revised to revive what's right while bringing demise to the blight swapping what died for what's alive cry all they like they'll be silenced by my violence tonight a frightening sight when a mind this bright is accompanied by a heart this dark those too dim witted flicking a spark only realize they're in a pit of explosives thinking oh shit the second they thought they were gifted spitting flippant remarks roasted for boasting going man am I right got this just watch revoked when I open up to unload this tannerite napalm and phosphorus even their ghosts singe praying they can just make it to hell less hopeless in the undertow of down below than wherever I dwell shredding these fakes like I'm grading the cheese not obsessed with the cheddar but need to make something eat they're fixing to get mixed in with a quickness as I wickedly batter the bitches so if you don't want to my next lunch dish then get the fuck up out of my kitchen aware it may seem vile but I'm meticulous when I spit so I won't permit idiots to persist it's ridiculous as shit meanwhile I recommend dumb fucks sit down dumbstruck every time my rhymes come around they get hit ~Justin Farrow