the 3luetooth Blue, the one that's played for a fool.

The bitch that rises, and stills goes to school.

Worshipping her (g)od, she worships a tool.

Continuing to feed, and having to use stool.

What's cool, what's not? The cream of the crop.

Beheaeded like a dumb fuck, they wanting to chop.

At last, they fell, they said, "Please stop!"

When they pray, they look down, instead towards the top.

Meat cleaver chop, the red sign that says stop.

The cream of the crop, and smooth like wine.

Wanting to whine, the German Nazi feels fine.

Until 10 minutes, he then curses, and dies.

Wanting to try, to try to amount.

Rothchild lost to Li, I lost fucking count.

Now you know, your show promotes sick.

The Syd bitch that dies, who dies not as a Crip.

The fool that's wet, it snows.



Trump once again running against Joe.



The Asiatic Negro, Rigel like toe.



Their rap was robbed, their flow.



At 12:00 o' clock, the show.



Cry me a river, wanting to row.



You have no rights with me.



In which, your 3lind, you can't see.



His name is Mark, in hal3.



Matt's dad that fell, and has to read brail.



His son, he fuckin, his gal.



His s0l…

Ripped into pieces, the floor littered with shit.

The guy rockin' red, and thinking he a crip.

At the tip of Las Vegas, only having a lone chip.

Cannibalism at it's finest, the 3lood that then drips.

The fruit that's ripe, he looks to the cuddle.

His faith then shattered, his (g)od then crumbles.

Falling down the stairs, we call that tumble.

His (g)od then looks to fuckin' rumble.

First is worse, the 2nd the best.



Viruses that commune, it continue to finesse.



Stick out the chest, DJ Khaled, we're the best.



I don't give a fuck about you, I'm not repping your crest.



Always a test, the "kid" laid to rest.



Incarnate your (g)od what's more is less.



Hypnotic like glare, you can't fuck with…

Uphold, four gold, the cocaine, the blow.

The idiot like (g)od, who don't give a fuck, and say, "So?"

Draconian like depth, his grandfather in debt.

A preacher of nothing who continues to make bets.

Lightwork like rep, his s0n needs to take a step.

Birthing his (g)od, his mother then crept.

One that leapt, he aligns down low.

He lost all his light, the nightlight don't glow.

White as snow, his s0l got to go.

Bumping to the beat, what they call show.

The flow, the heat, precipiation, the rain.

All he wants his money, his s0n to reach fame.

His grandchild, all gone, the s0l reaches the peak.

He fell from "Heaven", his s0l got to creep.

His God, Caucasian, his blood then cheap.

Drinking his sustenance, that continues to seep. 

Rise.

Stop.

Pig.

Cop.

Crop.

Lean.

Mean.

Machine.

Toke.

Smoke.

Hung.

Choke.

Dumb.

Rum.

Come.

Sun.

The American Dream that determines the spread.



Jay-Z who's Crip, but C.K. rocks the red.



The 3lood so pure, to cure the disease.



The Ancient Chinese, the Roc 3loodline from Li.



Wanting to chi, what amounts to love.



Like Prince who says, "As soft as a dove."…

Bottoms up.

Babylonian like cup.

Stay in your lane.

Cypress membrane.

Fishes that swim.

Sirian in deep.

Talk is cheap.

The Death Angel that reaps.

Fresh to death.

To take one step.

Wanting to rise.

The 1st Resurrection, what's left?

Holy Hell, a bet.

The snake…

He got caught red-handed.



Their (g)od, they don't understand it.



The Cherub like Serpent that just landed.



To fine the sword, we then sand it.



Went to look ablaze.



To stay cool in the shade.



To go long to catch fade.



The bugs we kill, we use…

The pain that's deep.



To reunite with what's loved.



The stars sign from up above.



Like Prince, as soft as a dove.



Release all fears.



Your (g)od entrusted with debt.



The snakes slithers, that's crept.



Your faith shattered, it's wrecked.…

To and fro.

One to let go.



What's reaped is sown.



The light, what's shone.



Everything right.



To embody the light.



As soon as it becomes night.



We look to knight.



To live as one.



The smoking…

Ghosts that shiver.

Goosebump like liver.

As cold as a river.

I will be…

Risk, wrists, kisses, bliss.



One more time, the snakes that hiss.



Riddle galore, to sacrifice the boar.



Rising from the ashes, Osiris to H0R.



Earth like core, the spirit that's sore.…

Riches galore, two more, 4 score.



The 3abylonian Whore, to have sex is a chore.



Looking to want more, six-pack like core.



With 5 fouls abound, while teaching like lore.



Wishes that hurt, more to come…

Saw the face of God.

Mr. Neptune.

I was carried in the spirit.…

Political debate.

The Rephaim "Think Tank".

In God's…

Four score.



Six-pack core.



Dungeons and Dragons, the lore.



The 3east of the Sea, want more.



Wishes that hurt.



His name is Kurt.



To understand how…

Really to feel, what's lost, what's real.

Keepin' it trill, for you, the bill.

Turn around, then snatch, the antiChrist, the catch.

In deep, like Matt, when it's time to state…