FR0M -MY- C3R3BRAL

From My cerebral cortex,

To my adreeno vortex,

Hear no evil,

Speak no evil,

And see no warships,

In the ocean port hit,

According to a pour piss,

That morphed into the matrix,

Mr. Big shot, sapportin' all the patriots,

Abnormal as they say he gets,

Its my duty to inform you of the way shit is,

I dont take no shit,

And won't shit where I eat when on break ,dont quit,

You gona stack a whole brick,

Through the uprights between 2 poles kicked,

Sooo,

At this time my souls ripped,

Not just a little ,but a whole stitch,

Stuck the thread through & sewed it quick,

Never foldin' shit,

Or fallin' for the oldest...

Trick, trick in book,

My visions goin' blurry,

Eyes squint when I look,

At these treacherous times,

Wishin I could,

" buuut watch what you wish for ,

Or you might just get yours,

Wish & a bit more,

Then you could'forget 4,

The rest of your life...& a bit more,

Im on the computer,

Playin' third person shooter ,

Giga-bit- whore,

That spits more ,

Shit that hes written,

With illiterate wisdom,

That his friends mumm,

Learned when she was in priss-unn...when she was in prison...

Say goodbye to spirits of mist-ear-us wisdom,

Say good night to the light the sun isn't have rissen,

Ya feelin either remourse ,or your morbidly wishin',

That you could score a chick that cooked in the kitchen ,

Mistook my wisdom, for a book of written sentences when I script em'

Then I flipped him ....

Off..and then I kicked him,

When I tricked em,

With snake venom & tripped-owe,

Mean, see what i meem...No !!!

No speak no ,habla Englace yo,

Pappa was a rollin stone that always stayed home ,

Mamma was a day trader & alway stayed on phones...

( Chorus)

Is it far-fetched fetched,

To star quest,

Our cars west,

Ward direction ,

As you conserve the question,

That if heard,

Deserves respect son,

Am i detecting deflection,

Not suggesting you stress one,

Minute more of your life about burning the minute rice,

As I roll the roulette wheel,

And I spin the dice,

But only if the right mood is in your eyes ,

cuz we can end with a kiss or a goodbye,

Then I wish her a new life,

Did most of it wrong ,but I gotta few rights,

Up in the clouds lookin down from the view heighth....

Bout to take you to new heights,

So lace up my boots tight,

And have a food fight,

Let's not lose sight,

Or let em abuse rights,

The so called flu virus,

These fools choose violence ,

Like they been on the loose like a noose of a school of pirates,

Staying aloof,

But still defiled it,

Playin goofy, to get a smile if,

You even notice it,

Stickin' to the frickin' ,finger lickin' chicken soda bitch,

Im over it,

" over what?".

I told you its over with,

Like the globe you live,,,

Like the saposed oval -ish globe you live...

Owned by globalists