Rethymlistic Rime
317 Plays
•25 Jan 2022
Hell of a pen bent rythem list in realistic list wit hella of a lyricall kick Sent from of a revolve of Reloaded task of recreation of humidified reconsile in one hell of a while like a cold day in hell with a smile to unforgettable delivery from a hot of the heat remain all what makes up a i in me directed n tested wit feelin messey with desition to break against my own self bad for self health messin on dusted top to apply to middle firm place where remain slots health lables broken soul pulled exiled from a one pull drop let that to keep a full flats for the 4 flats in the way back where the shadows at thought process of hella taps on the casket never ask this side step of past removal of fingers stemed from the wrist would be happy to kick rocks wit soul felt foot wit white socks for the imput very so decided of me a throwback a kettle cook to the akkkk tough keep shook if wanted down put of throttle to bring gasoline to poor on the wobble but humbly not tho so whats the fuss of a mattter alphabet bat ya into a racked up made up of act tough like a yup and down to jump while asleep with only a yawn to deliver to any number of a sleeze that wants to begin to keep a held on the reminences of tence came past just to blow threw you translate of you to me of this cought whip lash to delivery of lisp of lip on the other end so from me to the whos let head count down commence no twist for the hip leg fucked like looking for the pills again fuck a motha position can bearly catch me a mother in this for the direct hit wit a point to point direct a tale of a take no lemons for the credit take wit initial arival mind of no games from her N son yet remain card balance same came end N on to they with the whistle into thunderstorms from dug up from my own lyrical create wit tales of the Krypton like Bitcoin son ever so helpless fucking deal the shittiest labeled in hella shit to shit list with the drop of some ink from my own pin to take the neva eva in can make up for me going back to the snapping had to take a break like a blow from the nose apply to new napkin wit unreleas from a hold strait to the trash can and remove from just mental thought apply my hand to my own nuts would rather eat the rubber from a spark flying rim from my own truck riding with o on shades came ass kisses from the trap days came no minute man only when nuttin but only from the right hand by only would rather at whole bunch of show em feeling cut loose do travalin threw the hurtz to the man of the mans fuck it my own label is called them uncle Tom from sam fuck of added to the alphabet filt with nothing but bad habits take a pause step into a conversation opener straight from across the way to the corner side where not to be said accused or accusing in the way of the moves the wind gives to the gravity taken in from her deliver the love for me very much so real and heartfelt even if the ship for the end ships with in the is hope not but you can't take to give that to take to circle back to the give to hell of a emotional roller coaster the quote Gates no shots no blows but hope to see and visualize in the better days to realities it's getting hard to stand up in the world made up of assumption and thought processing them nothing maybe something but can't let anything create order of oppset effect of what's coming from unfiltered end of no subliminal blow was coming to be in the ground in which I walk upon even if in snow it could be the most quick windshield to see the very clear with the double times no subliminal just to wear that out like a welcome mat step down and about all around the ground made Matt made up of nothing but dirt to not be the dirtier now fantasizing the little things like looking at eyes and lay down have a couple toxins about but never by my only to bring another one down especially the woman of the love of me but can't make believe if not believed to send out of the package delivered for me is all based everything off for eyesight can only see in a read vibrations very well love the dog from under I'll leave it where it lies and keep to the thunder walks influencing self-talks to keep a man from self-cross off to force a way through to the top shelf where rag created dusted upon from dusted off for a new desk for the dog call it a lyrical sink shift of feet from the frog from closing time 10 world made up of all of these frogs quit being said too far from frog I'm outtyy I'm gone on to the ear applie grind in stone for a new song humbly from. Written and produced by: Trevor Lewis
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Hell of a pen bent rythem list in realistic list wit hella of a lyricall kick Sent from of a revolve of Reloaded task of recreation of humidified reconsile in one hell of a while like a cold day in hell with a smile to unforgettable delivery from a hot of the heat remain all what makes up a i in me directed n tested wit feelin messey with desition to break against my own self bad for self health messin on dusted top to apply to middle firm place where remain slots health lables broken soul pulled exiled from a one pull drop let that to keep a full flats for the 4 flats in the way back where the shadows at thought process of hella taps on the casket never ask this side step of past removal of fingers stemed from the wrist would be happy to kick rocks wit soul felt foot wit white socks for the imput very so decided of me a throwback a kettle cook to the akkkk tough keep shook if wanted down put of throttle to bring gasoline to poor on the wobble but humbly not tho so whats the fuss of a mattter alphabet bat ya into a racked up made up of act tough like a yup and down to jump while asleep with only a yawn to deliver to any number of a sleeze that wants to begin to keep a held on the reminences of tence came past just to blow threw you translate of you to me of this cought whip lash to delivery of lisp of lip on the other end so from me to the whos let head count down commence no twist for the hip leg fucked like looking for the pills again fuck a motha position can bearly catch me a mother in this for the direct hit wit a point to point direct a tale of a take no lemons for the credit take wit initial arival mind of no games from her N son yet remain card balance same came end N on to they with the whistle into thunderstorms from dug up from my own lyrical create wit tales of the Krypton like Bitcoin son ever so helpless fucking deal the shittiest labeled in hella shit to shit list with the drop of some ink from my own pin to take the neva eva in can make up for me going back to the snapping had to take a break like a blow from the nose apply to new napkin wit unreleas from a hold strait to the trash can and remove from just mental thought apply my hand to my own nuts would rather eat the rubber from a spark flying rim from my own truck riding with o on shades came ass kisses from the trap days came no minute man only when nuttin but only from the right hand by only would rather at whole bunch of show em feeling cut loose do travalin threw the hurtz to the man of the mans fuck it my own label is called them uncle Tom from sam fuck of added to the alphabet filt with nothing but bad habits take a pause step into a conversation opener straight from across the way to the corner side where not to be said accused or accusing in the way of the moves the wind gives to the gravity taken in from her deliver the love for me very much so real and heartfelt even if the ship for the end ships with in the is hope not but you can't take to give that to take to circle back to the give to hell of a emotional roller coaster the quote Gates no shots no blows but hope to see and visualize in the better days to realities it's getting hard to stand up in the world made up of assumption and thought processing them nothing maybe something but can't let anything create order of oppset effect of what's coming from unfiltered end of no subliminal blow was coming to be in the ground in which I walk upon even if in snow it could be the most quick windshield to see the very clear with the double times no subliminal just to wear that out like a welcome mat step down and about all around the ground made Matt made up of nothing but dirt to not be the dirtier now fantasizing the little things like looking at eyes and lay down have a couple toxins about but never by my only to bring another one down especially the woman of the love of me but can't make believe if not believed to send out of the package delivered for me is all based everything off for eyesight can only see in a read vibrations very well love the dog from under I'll leave it where it lies and keep to the thunder walks influencing self-talks to keep a man from self-cross off to force a way through to the top shelf where rag created dusted upon from dusted off for a new desk for the dog call it a lyrical sink shift of feet from the frog from closing time 10 world made up of all of these frogs quit being said too far from frog I'm outtyy I'm gone on to the ear applie grind in stone for a new song humbly from. Written and produced by: Trevor Lewis
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