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Existence is futile

Resistence, a new trial

a huge foul

My kitchen with new tial

To upgrade and strive, to trick yourself achievement

Weddings, baby showers, graduation, write your name in the cement

To yourself is called biologically

To invert yourself is caused philosophically

I’m waiting for the blunt, i’m waiting for the doja

I’m waiting for the hunt, i’m waiting for the closure

Death, victory, to the ocean

Genetic and kinetic, potential, and demotion

Rocks on the water, lambs at the slaughter

A young man’s bitch is an old man’s daughter

Now i’m a logical as any other logical disaster

I will be a fool nature

I will be

Like anything that life is made of

Too many flaws on your buildings

I travel in my sleep and wake up with answer that sweep me off my feet

Their’s a chopper in my sky gettin' lost in a storm

this world, bitch you’ll never be warm

I must what you want to

me too

Don’t know about y’all, but balls to the walls

I respond to the moons,

Bring us back to the rhyme and the art of cocoons

and got you born in june

Don’t mean a damn thing but i was born around july

So roll up the weed and get hella high

As we communicate we can’t identify

Of our own

See what i can earn from of these rocks

And1 get the fuck off my jock, bitch

All my clothes smell like smoke

All my socks are filled with holes

I’m so motherfuckin' broke it makes me wonder how i goes

From the curb to the gutter

Back again, as me blows in the wind

Like the falling off a haunted travelin'

Through the never trippin'

I suppose everything is gettin' better, forever outer exposin'

It’s beyond shadow

I’m the hangman, i’m the devil

I’m the on the battle

I’m the magician

I’m the existence

In the dark, necronocturnal pleasure principle

Tears me the fuck apart

magic isn’t visible

Tricked out and has no heart

I am the sickest individual to ever bless this art

Manipulation is the typical

everything

Pay no mind to where the ripples go

Make sure your blade is sharp

Mental tomahawk will split ya skull

And leave it in the park

Roamin' through these optical illusions off the charts