the ballad of some fast times

this is a ballad of some fast times like Ridgemont where we once laughed at horror shit shows like a sitcom as all of the sky soccer and cycling gods have got to be Sickman were those committed to go out to achieve attaining it all to shoot that s*** raw then to go partying so dam hard and f****** it all off non stop until all the s**** it's gone a straight up going long going hard Bay Area hetch hetchy clique Squad let loose like real trapping ass Hollywood Rock and Roll Mac Stars going up on a sick one having chosen to stick to and roll through and to shoot that s*** not just with guns but in the name of street justice with their really big guns gassing with fuel that when the spark hit ignited followed by the constant and continuous bursts that pumped the Pistons and the ambitions of both actual and metaphoricgal engines of some Not So Smooth Criminal operators with the game in a chokehold taking it down to submission operations Going the Distance and going full throttle and pressing Full Throttle shifting on both automatic and manual transmissions with Guns ablazing lighting shit up on fully or semi-auto on inferior baloney's barnacles representing that Superior cotto salami spitting super philosophical asteroids like Aristotle smoking fire super Sour Diesel and nickel plated chrome 45 gelato the modern and present day uplifted aeronautical role models that you just know that no you might not want to follow to the tapped in flow of the essences bleeding from the core golden hearts that never go hollow thats right chalo peeping the scenery the game is deep and the character shallow we're run up the debt f*** it off and forget is the model and all the evidence pointing to the death of tomorrow the infamous displays of a true players bravado who's manipulated context in the word of Marauder in a world gone backwards is one who's striving for Honor to the sound of a split audience whistling and chastising witnessing the brilliance and the hints of magnificence applauding shouting ole Bravo to such complicated things that are potentially harmful to knowingly doing things Society frowns upon to say the least will get you looked at a bit wrong and stared at a bit long while the data still shows very clearly that Karma will come back and around and kick your ass for all the s*** that you did wrong although it almost looks like today's loophole society's amphibious spawn has found a pawn to shit on with a plenty of dumb s*** of goings on I won't stop till all the winners of the Piston cups are finally pissed on and everyone's pissed off and those. Just finding themselves dont bat an. eye lid now when told just to get lost and ordered to be f***** off a dark Phoenix did rise from the still now smoldering shattered molds of the ancient world Lost Hawks as the many still shit talk from such sick thoughts