~Keep Out~ got a lot of bots types in the comments asking me for favors and growing talk from gossips also known as haters lining up like rungs on the ladder yet still beneath the summit chumps keep tumbling to splatter before coming close to landing one damn hit almost like all those suicidal archetypes since they're always jumping the gun but a bit different since they're ignorant of it's might so more like Darwin award recipients I've been supplying lines that'll fuck with your mind slipping in a tip now and then with a bit of slick sense the stuff you don't know you want until its absence leaves you crying like how come anyone would ever care more about being liked by those they openly despise they're outdone when comparing because they never dared to outrun such snares by simply doing what they know to be right funny now isn't it how I'm like an amalgam type of outcome the algorithm just couldn't seem to predict or keep up with the speed of my profound lyrics when it's been bound leashed to perpetually unleash a mess of pathetic obscene rhetoric then try to limit my speech and cancel me for touting facts that casually address claiming I'm shouting nothing but spouts of hate speech it's bitch pleas I ain't pleading the fifth or even the second amendment cause I don't need to beg for what's been mine nor do I subscribe to pretending while I give this dictation if you really want to see hate get on your knees and bow down then I might just allow you to breathe you dorks ain't profound fuck your forced pronouns you're just common nouns clowning porkbelly symptoms without possessing a syndrome of touettes or down's your type of stupid doesn't get an excuse when the truth is you choose to stay clueless hot dog these wack pigs in blankets are about to smacked out the park frankly it's known I'm mighty with the pen but even more with the sword sharper than a razor's edge that's been etched by lasers haters get diced like Osiris D3's might be that they were kinda hype in the 90s but faded from greatness to vapor traces dying to a slice of the pie as it comes full circle and starts with three then goes point one four one second they're whole the next they're on the floor torn in four sections from getting scored thrice before they could even blink I might not be very nice but at least my mind thinks for itself and forms its own distinct views instead of flocking blindly to recite whatever kind of topics it finds online or in the news all these stereotypes seem kind of scary though right? maybe they'd be less of an issue if you ridiculous idiots shared the same burial rights keep biting at my ankles bitches it might just get met with force your deliverance more than a bit off course next time maybe be a smidge more deliberate and take whole minute instead of just a couple seconds to double check the address before you dimwits go knocking on the wrong goddamm door. ~Jduhb (Justin Farrow)