A Reminder (A Killing To Be Had)
All-types dude,
Weezy-pipe screw
Obscurity-fix lube
That’s two lines
Me and you
Rue, glamorous loo, tight-fit shoe
Drag-queen field trip to the zoo
All-out-of-drugs kind of school
Four lines for being cool
When with homies, I’m slowing blue
Baby girl, I miss you
Mostly the parts overdue
What is you, essentially?
I’m pretending to be
A mailman lazily
Triying harder, farther, across the sea
Waiting be two dead bees
By two dandelion trees
Sneezed, realized I had allergies
Now rowing a chu-chu canoe
Made a scene: ate some character fruit
Then started using words like albeit, too
Cigarettes for stress
Evolving into Hagrid’s Dragon’s breath
Unpredictable allusion, brainies think I’m death
But every word takes, like, a second
So I’m the best
One is my address
And if you’re hate is calculated
And it is, cause I’m the dressing to all lessons
Start undressing my visage
I’m a blessing, livin’ in the Bliss Age
What’s danglin’ is thoughts caged
Grandfather-Clock pendulum rage
And if you don’t know my stage
That’s my cock docking into your brain
Oversexed and underpaid
Life’s a pain
But this thing is a WoW raid
The soul’s way of feeling shame and getting laid
Narcissism assignations, character assassination
Trite-ass club members stationed
Somewhere where complaining is blaming-too-much-on-the-raining
But I’m sunshine with baby-bearded face
Darkness a skirt to my beer-handled waist
Like white people to race
Like black people to face
I guess I’m cutie who’s not in racist places
Moving too much, no time for stasis
Changes or always adding inches to my danglin’
Language is cool, but meaning is on people
Learned that in school
Streets, pools, wheat, rules, boring, dead-beat stool
Defintions, hoes, you Timbukto.
Is that frat-guy stew?
You know, not jungle punch, dude
Motives and what make you cool
Being a boss while nancy polishes my stool
Isn’t there a rumor tough guys are gay?
Too much play led to spankings every day
And a confliction affliction
Which affliction shirt to wear to The Fray?
My clothes is black and other blands
I choose based on what’s closet to my hand
Don’t overthink it is always the sand to my hourglass
Because I took track to run behind asses
Not to prove to daddy mine wasn’t storage for shaft kisses
I’ve lapsed this lapping listlessness I’m mentioning
There won’t be blood
Fiending is porcupine-shoe-brush bling
A rude string of events creating a new brood
Don’t make me a target or I’ll start misbehaving
Kind of kids who eat enough food
To purge on the bottom of your shoes
Later, get sticklered by the newer
Because I’m the younger, the fewer
I’m going to lunge to her
Because I want to show her
That what I got is a slow shower
Really just suffocating skin down in the lower
Go for less than thirty
Don’t really want to know her.
But I’m blessed, like I said
When I give the dirty
She’ll be confessing to all her friends
A beacon in the land of the pretends
‘Cause there’s a lot more packing
To get the brain wracking.
Every night i’m packing
It’s night of the living dead
Listen, you can hear the wetness drippin’ from my bed
Plights the commoner faces when his favorite color is red.
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