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Bluelighter
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Why does every line start with a twisted rhyme?
If only you could see the shit accumulating inside my mind before I unleash the attack of rabid dogs to chase away the miracle of alcohol spent entirely on a wish of fate and at this rate nobody can tell, because all this is happening in seconds, to address this would be entirely up to you but I doubt for a second you could even undress you and even see what is happening inside your brain. Nobody could ever beat the psychy men into a mental state of emotion built by anti-shit built with depression and constantly spitting on their chest to congest them with ticks and tame, the, action studied under a microscope whether you like it, no, you're gonna bite this, oh, and I'ma tell you what is wrong with your thermometer, please, somebody help me, something's wrong with her and I just got a little taste and now I'm onto her, and I'm scared that this time coming out alive isn't an option, 'cause the attraction is actually deadly and even for the most critically mentally envious creatures, I'm talking about all these little boys and girls hovered over me screaming at us to poison the world. This isn't an option, I'm really trying to watch them but there's some kind of intelligence that for the life of me is emptied and I can't explain it. I really can't contain it, and I'm starting to think that embarrassing the government is my chance to prevail it and risk getting a shot, whether I like it or not, I'm constantly terrorizing the thought of a vicodin cot, somewhere in the mountains I can hide and rot and shot till my veins are bulging and slightly clot- ted, meds, feds, which one of you is the dead, cause in my mind I see the future and for you I see the end. So for now boys and girls lets all get up and get married and maybe have a chance to be a little scary instead of just sitting here waiting for the weight of the world to curdle over with a bare ass and give us shit with a twirl.
Why does every line start with a twisted rhyme?
If only you could see the shit accumulating inside my mind before I unleash the attack of rabid dogs to chase away the miracle of alcohol spent entirely on a wish of fate and at this rate nobody can tell, because all this is happening in seconds, to address this would be entirely up to you but I doubt for a second you could even undress you and even see what is happening inside your brain. Nobody could ever beat the psychy men into a mental state of emotion built by anti-shit built with depression and constantly spitting on their chest to congest them with ticks and tame, the, action studied under a microscope whether you like it, no, you're gonna bite this, oh, and I'ma tell you what is wrong with your thermometer, please, somebody help me, something's wrong with her and I just got a little taste and now I'm onto her, and I'm scared that this time coming out alive isn't an option, 'cause the attraction is actually deadly and even for the most critically mentally envious creatures, I'm talking about all these little boys and girls hovered over me screaming at us to poison the world. This isn't an option, I'm really trying to watch them but there's some kind of intelligence that for the life of me is emptied and I can't explain it. I really can't contain it, and I'm starting to think that embarrassing the government is my chance to prevail it and risk getting a shot, whether I like it or not, I'm constantly terrorizing the thought of a vicodin cot, somewhere in the mountains I can hide and rot and shot till my veins are bulging and slightly clot- ted, meds, feds, which one of you is the dead, cause in my mind I see the future and for you I see the end. So for now boys and girls lets all get up and get married and maybe have a chance to be a little scary instead of just sitting here waiting for the weight of the world to curdle over with a bare ass and give us shit with a twirl.
