n you'd think
you wanted war music ...
a bit weird
I'm playing tis
really trippy love music
thinking about a mass murder
shouting at people
an someone sawing
down trees
n the children trying to hide
the kind of love
you'd feel looking at
the scorched battlefield
you know in that dopamine
psychosis ... hearing the dead bodies
smokin
singing of the love
that motivated it
still shooting
and it ain't over
*************************
a crane jerks the noose upward
powered by a treadwheel
while you cling to the ladder
pitched forward
and winded
gobbling fizzy sherbert
dial m for emotion
too much hairspray ...
he would gently shake your hips
as part of foreplay
like playing with a child
excitement creeping
up your feet like a horror
your kidneys somewhat removed
those smokey eyes a fine
collab for me
it was all beaten black and blue
**************
blushed hair ...
a killer sore throat
could be a bit
of a problem
if that thing jumps on me
drunks on me
if that drunk drinks in me
if that problem drugs out of nowhere
then it could be a bit of a driblem
if that droblem dribbles on me
*************
5.30pm 2.03.13.
a killer sore throat
could be a bit
of a problem
if that thing jumps on me
drunks on me
if that drunk drinks in me
if that problem drugs out of nowhere
then it could be a bit of a driblem
if that droblem dribbles on me
*************
5.30pm 2.03.13.
hitting back
i kept on pummelling
and pounding drubbing
a sucker punch roundhouse
delivered with a wide swing battering
the whip ... kicking back in self defense ...
the fight went on for hours a relentless cold war ...
ending with an uprising of civil disobedience
storming the armed guard ... enough
let me die ... he kicked a pastry
cook in the groin his head
was sawn off and fixed
on a pike ...
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