I'm not going to rap about guns. Because I think they're stupid. Then what am I even doing here? Just making some observations and songs and stuff.
lyrics
hooded harlequins step slow/ thru broken pixels/
jubilated jesters juking jakes/ seem blissful/
til the masquerade halted /by the sounds of pistols/
abeyance allocated/ frozen swiftly with a fistful/
unmuted equalizers/ spit a whistle - bleed missiles/
the taciturn communicate with color coded signals/
officially dismissed by the dismal/
deleted by the not so delicate/ pellets punctuate the predicate
and I'm like -
"Why'd you even show up?" doe-eyed devil
sans dave and and xavier
pluck them petal faces,
singing for their thorned savior
my place is painting pigment,
poured my bucket on the planets wig
brandishing all thumbs
raging at the cable management
even revenants recede at the specatacle
glimmering guts to paint the floor with
miss the trees for forest
and this isolated fortress guards-me-not
pardon me, the silence is startling
and I'd prefer not to bartleby,
the incredible hunger artist fasts foward
cloak and dagger choke the spoken chatter
roamed til the home of the lead wing sparrows
bones brittle, unseen blood in the marrow
brothers borrowed words scrawled barely legible
both ikkyu eyed only spied the skeletal
bus windows have cataracts - I chatter with a banshee -
brazen - catapult the consecrated - pissin on your
palanquin - shield bash paladin, tanking - the elite
mob - death by day job - chained to desk - under the
radar - the kid view screens , eyes dark like vad-ar-
from the save point I stray far - buster lone wolf no
cub, no car - walk like an art star - leave mics scarred
- with enough crooked imagery to rival getty -already
home scribble poems eat food already -