JesterSuMisura

Flip twist, the mind's in a mist. Taken aback by all this. A certain attack, lands quick with a crack. Taken back fast like a crack pipe, side swipe. It all runs rampant, like a midnight dog fight, large bite, no way out like your wrists tied up tight.

Just stick to your classic act, your act has no class/ fact. But your ass can't class this hat trick havin' ass, past this trashed up mass. This mass has more gas than all past politicians- ask the pastor after mass. Act like church can save you, it will just pave the way to the grave for you, turning your hair grey. Phew. No more questions, only do, the past is a grey massed grave with nothing but your mind to keep you.

Man you better effin' own up, now you aughta throw up a respectful salute, no more warnings before I shoot. Aim straight for your head, trying to take all the loot. I know there's no heart in you. But instead, a wily, black minded slimy trickster, guns and shiny knuckles, fist served to the face, swerved around like the scrappy rat race, you don't even bother trying to save face. You don't even bother to face me, hiding behind things you made up to replace the truth. Can't be saved by the confession booth. Ruthless, unimaginably useless to the plethora of people who choose this. The truth. That the biggest asshole is you, lest I be speaking i