Makin moves like a locomotive

 loco with a motive off the fuckin rails

Bitch We aint talking tacos

When I Feed em shells

I’ll put you on a shelf

Leave you dead as hell

Better know ill post bail

Been through hell just to get here

Partially self inflicted behavior

Let’s light the wick

I’m wicked with the flow

not a Wiccan though

Agent of chaos and innuendo

In the end we all go

But which way is right

Is the question I wanna know

I don’t know if the

 universe meant this

But some things are harder to solve like the mentalist

I’m Making mental lists

Brain spinning like a cyclist

moods cycle quick

Quick

Blow out the candle

And make a wish

Serve you up a

Middle finger and a dose of fuck you bitch

No antidote

for this feeling I can’t itch

PEOPLE GETTING BRAINWASHED

LIKE DENZEL IN THE MANCHURIAN CANDIDATE

Is giving a fuck really in my benefit

Trying my best not to be caring

Like some Karen’s

But I’m carrying the burden

Makin moves like a locomotive

 loco with a motive off the fuckin rails

Bitch We aint talking tacos

When I Feed em shells

I’ll put you on a shelf

Leave you dead as hell

Better know ill post bail

All of us are romantically involved

With death itself

We all get fucked in the end

Buried or put on a shelf

Hold on

I got a picture

to paint

In my neck of the woods

I channeled the pain

The narcissist tried to triangulate

like isosceles

deep in thought

while I’m sauced like Socrates

I’m on borrowed time

It’s become customary

Mental illness

Hammie downs in my genealogy

WANNA BE PROUD OF ME

MY PROWESS

COMES FROM BEING LET DOWN HABITUALLY

CONSISTENT PAIN UNDOUBTEDLY

THEY DOUBTED ME

Life CAN BE HELLA CROOKED LIKE A MASSE

SUCCUMBING to THE MUNDANE

THEY LOVE TO SAY

THIS TOO SHALL PASS

BUT IM BLASE

OFF MY ROCKER FROM WATCHING PEOPLE PASS AWAY

USED TO BE

OFF THAT SKANTE

HOPING FOR PEACE OF MIND ONE DAY

DESTROYING THE DAY LIKE ITS POMPEI

Makin moves like a locomotive

 loco with a motive off the fuckin rails

Bitch We aint talking tacos

When I Feed em shells

I’ll put you on a shelf

Leave you dead as hell

Better know ill post bail

It’d be interesting to spectate the aftermath

of what would happen if I dipped

If you spoke to me the way I speak to myself

You’d be thrown in a ditch

Used to want to take a round between my lips

sending my brain matter on a vacation

 that isn’t round trip

Imagine how overly crowded afterlife would be

Packed in like sardines accounting for every homosapien that no longer breathes