20 Minute Written Cathartic

serving up rapfame appetizers inches toward tearing strips off competition can they afford a shit kicking cos I don't dine with the enemy unless their peppered with assault by my own accord insult to injury still ahead of the bell curve, so entre vouz i ain't curbing brutal enthusiasm tired of fighting to oblige, biting my tongue grinding my incizors, I'm here to stike a nerve incase you haven't heard, I'm spouting off odditys blowing off steam I'm a gizer down to earth below the surface dirt heated and pressurized exert the kind of inertia that'll throw to the curb via the windshield of Hearst a gift, a curse both for starving embarking on the hardest course intangible sources against the odds and I'm the oddest live n breath the extremes ideations of suicides to homicidal rage major league playoffs of chaos macabre intrigued, Astral planes, lucid dreams between atrocious boredom and abhorrence find me precocious, fascitious, pretentious intense even when I'm silver lining sober, its never over, I'm always under the spell of the white lighting, lighting everything on fire sublime desire sparks from drinking myself blind turns the volume down, on the stimuli that surrounds sounds of thunder in hell, rumbling stomach belly of the beast, his number 666 is 18, house party freestyle spitting, only to quit it faster than I started I'm falling apart at the seams as symptoms of sickness, progrnosis staving of a dream deem this cathartic,