A Bit Closer To Reality...

I love to drink coke
But I know the true choke it holds
Not so stoked when my body gets old

When my liver
can't deliver

the proper nutriets

it needs to succeed properly
and controll my bodies proprties

modestly I gotta be the one to probably bleed
shit, my own property has forgotten me
and my needs

But I wont quit
till I cant feel my dick
from a tease

I might need to reedeam on my knees
so i can go to my sancutary

but shit its a bank -
isnt that scary?

I'm rank like tom gettin' jerry

or a skank gettin' married

But fuck it
go to Iraq

see shit aint like that

cause its a spectacular
feel
to get that first meal

after a kill
like that bitch done bill

my itch is a skill
your nitch is a skill that helps people kill

shit,
what's more real?

its crazy when youtube is a better deal then the news
shits' such a tight noose...

fuck it - every minute let loose
divot, pivot, re-live it
we never choose...


so i live my life to loose?


now im
.....


Walkin' through the landfill in the city limits
Feelin' like a man still not really givin'

My hand skills are makin' me livid
I can't kill anything that can pivot

It's got a grill and it's livin
So why would I feel to take it's children

It could be a meal - my victum
But that's a steal says the system

So unless I take it down with my own hands
It's useless and a waste of my man

I'll crack a skull and eat it cold
You lack lust and will grow mold
So I'ma bust a nut full

I've been told to indulge
So I've ridden my bike in the cold

I dispise religion and what it's told
Fine lies over fine lines behold
cries by ties through molds

by guys who snap high in command
to hold in controll like saran wrap

The gaps on the maps is where i blast my caps
just to relax and kick back
not livin fast

pass alota gas
never go to mass
and pass on alota grass