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I’m infested with investments. Contested by all contestants. Ridiculed by residents wherever the hell I am at. I’m the dot in their daughter. The bored within these borders. The slot to see the slaughter, ain’t gonna battle anything but time. Fought but not sought for. Ask all who care. Thought a good thing I found with these words but no one wants to share. Because I’m the Tinny-Tim of timing at the rim of rhyming the sun of Shining. “Redrum.” “Gimmee all your bread crumbs!” <<<<<<<<>>>>>>> So I don’t mind if you do it in a café, studio, or hallways. If you write you lyrics in a checkbook or in the sides of the old oak trees. Don’t try to be anyone else or else you’ll end up being a mockery. Feeble fanatics finesse flagellation better than me. DJ “Slightly.” I work harder to sweat thicker as so I am more funky. Had to train to be a locksmith for I couldn’t find the key. So I exercised my hobbies and emphasized my priorities and practiced patients to tolerate all the M.C.’s boring me.<<<<<<<>>>>>>>I n turn it’s a waste to wait in haste for any given phase to fade because before the end of one another begins to show it’s face. Go retrace the patterns of history from say any given date then this will all correlate then calculate how YOU can avoid industrial rape or help the wounds that already gape. O.K! The night accents the day but not every Yin has an absolute Yang. Too-shay. Follow me. If not my tolerance will see you away if I’m not hibernating or dilating the cervix of the musical monster closet case. DANG!<<<<<<<>>>>>>> ;Faux pah fugazi pa-pas, broke rich men, billboards top ten, self-proclaimed eagles that are really hens and dependent on using a pen. S.O.’s S.O.B.’s and soNso’s that are so sloppy. Choppy dick hoppers with a fan base of basically pre-teens. Thieves of other schemes and dreams. Artificial intellects just blowing out steam instead off. Cheddar puffs that are stale soft, trying to be a crisp chip and candy-tits. Yeah this is my view on the whole rap shits.<<<<<<<>>>>>>&g t;So I can’t care if you like it in the asshole, toes, or nostrils. If you reside in a mansion or chilling up in a hostile. Don’t try to be anyone else because that’s pretty much impossible. Nocturnal noodles doodle brighter shit than this. But I give six shits. Do to the fact that I always give it my best. Relaxed and undressed or stressed, my words have had to play my flack-vest. They’ve elasticized my broke neck, emphasized my small checks, and made me excited like a titty man at a boobfest. ( toilet flushing – tainted sludge hub-bub )