The Industry Of Bafoons
Vocal attributes can make this rap acute/
I look at dedication like what did he contribute?/
Prostitued each rap seminar are those who in profanity/
Added new insanity to humanity, repetour with no amnesty/
Dumbed down scenarios, games was like Mario/
Simply jump to the next level, don't stay stereo/
Typical, no care for any morals/
Litteral liars, did you do that, to ask, is to rhetorical/
Pictorials in their front booklet of violence/
English not indifferent to instructions of a house hold applaince/
Defiance from the regular competitor is against all fear/
Cuz the alliance has been kept up so long, even editors live in a biosphere/
Seeing the same presentation/
Work with many nations/
The only change is added Caucacians/
They write scripts from themselves, character builds, they all actors/
Factors of actual violence, sit with chiropractor/
to fix practical back errors caused by anxiety/
But like tractors, bull while dozed the general society/
I'm choked by the ignorance explicence, I can't even hiccup/
They talk about killing my mom, and raise a cross to arch bishop/
Religion is fictious/
But still they raise the Kiddush/
Swear and cuss/
But still claim virtuos/
If I had a penny for every copy cat, I'd slat down for bankcrupsy/
Down dirty MCs, that shined wrists Ritz like Muffy/
Mugsy slashed with Borigard/
Hardknock but Boulevard/
Vangard but Ace card/
Eatin chicken with mustard/
A millionaire, with no air to fill expression/
Poorer than the ideals of the great depression/
Confession takes place in side the Mosque dome/
Arm still hurts, was it worth the Auto Immune Deficiency Syndrome/
Atone by a poor of Crown Royal/
Dangerious mind, blindly burning tin foil/
Every toil, effienciently trying to become the enemy/
In the twenty first century, education lacks accessability/
So still mobility fills the young gunned pathagON/
Nastradamus predicted predicament of the ganglion/
No provisions of vision as my kids see actuality/
Actual fakeness, baseless hatred will be FO REAL, fatality..
this rap acute, eh?
wheres my misconceptions?
"games was like Mario"...
wherd, heart felt.
much felt son...