~Vendetta~ trying to figure out just how to describe the way society makes me feel inside like anxiety mixed with indignance alexithymia rhymes delivered with ambivalence I'm writing rifling lines putting a spin on malignancy with diligence to silence cries of greed with buying into ignorance * quiet please you've been ridiculous * getting hyped on idiots with belligerence finicky and uptight over gimmicky little shit aiming blame for mistakes at anything that ain't them that crap isn't great so I'll say what it really is an evasive act trying in vain to save face with silliness but they'll get smacked anyway * cause when I get up to bat I'm cracking masks when I play with the acronym facts from actual candid trueness snatched letting loose like a deuce when I take a crap on the hubris of doofuses * call it giving rap my two cents (sense) since I'm a nuisance to the clueless but a solution to illusions drop the wack charade masquerading like the truest your transparency's apparent we can see straight through it it's not opaque or even translucent invalidated by its own sake so even an affidavit couldn't fucking prove it self-proclaimed dangerous players fade away delusional layer by layer while my affluence chooses to play with its apt influence adapted to clap the fake * perhaps sometimes my mind's just inclined to snap and get abusive * leaving bruises and contusions when I do this confusing uneducated haters like what's this blue shit I'll admit I can be a bit twisted when I spit rudeness but since the truth is my tool kit it's just my way of saying screw this * useless idolatry of Narcissism target-marketed at audiences caught within a fraudulent system that's been dishonest with them applauding demagogues capitalism's cost is massive losses of wisdom and if not given pause this could cause CATACLYSM yet we all simply scoff like we're absolved of derision tragic ignorance resolved in radically devolved egotism I don't know everything though no I'm not even close but I've learned enough to disseminate a bluff or a boast from what's genuine stuff when it's right under my nose * most of what gets pumped up so much reeks of must and mold rust and fucking dust that crud's just gotten old so I hush the fluff by crushing it to mush thrust it into earth's crust like I'm busting holes trust Justin just doesn't fit into such molds but I do make adjustments to unfuck this abundance of dumbness with the construction of scrumptious justice nuggets published to uplift some of the public with their consumption * while punishing the rubbish with an eruption of combustion * blasting caps off of the summits then laughing as that trash plummets * my pen doesn't let up since the lead just flows too thick a vendetta fed up with clones so I've got a lot of bones to pick vitriol belongs veritably with this vigilantism inherently venerable to vilify throngs of vile vermin arrogantly visiting with a verdict of disparagingly vengeful verbiage vivified with viscousness violent in its vindication the virtuoso of veracity's tenacity won't go in vain when it's votive came from a motive that's grown notorious by veering from fear and hopelessness to the sheer glory of the victorious so don't bore me with your vintage quips versus a veteran's thick intellectual viscosity or you'll be an inconsequential victim of spectacular vernacular swift in its ferocity with a surplus of visceral verbosity virulent to mere appearances voracious in its appetite to to make every vestige of such anguish languish and vanish vanquished when it's magnetized to havoc like an avid sense both mad and wise quenching my penchant for offending slime in my mentions drenching the wretched in tension with relentless intention to end them in time without an ounce of repenting or doubt in my mind about the direction of my interventions correction when my comprehension gets it so I let this method like my pen when it runs with its message adept at disassembling the set list momentum with its aggressive conventions navigating life's labyrinth in phantasm type fashion I'm a passionate assassin of actions digging vast chasms I fathom that madness just so I can attack it * intrepid yet dreaded amending the fetid with a more pleasant scented edit of neglecting them credit astounding respledence ascending surrounding pretentious attendants profoundly surmounting the foundries of conceptually clowning perceptually descending the depths of dependence perpetually drowning in cloudy spouts of aggression boundaries slouching vouching touting the reverence of drowsy electives accounting for lousy progression my essence a lesson confounding the remnants of overvalued intentions with huge fresh breaths of stupendous transcendence * like a tube shoved into the chests of collapses to decompress a tension pneumothorax can't let you listeners relax until you've learned a little something so I gift you useful facts you can research if you're wondering alright that's enough you've got a lot of stuff to digest Jduhb's punchlines tend to leave lame brains plain dumbstruck in an ugly fucking mess so I'm out for now I guess I'll see you clowns around again when your intellects get a little bit more prepped for the litany of ephanies I give to thee habitually with abilities plenty fit to express belittling antipathy toward the slew of idiots and fools who seem think that they're the best when at best they're still no less messed up than the rest. ~Justin Farrow