Crime Scene

had enough of any explanations. had enough of patience, Had enough of waiting. Hear me clearly I’ll cut you quick like lasik. I fear me. had enough of explanations. Of my divination. sitting, pining, waiting. I’m making time to decimate the competition, Turn them all into my pot to piss in. I got bars like a prison, Shine like a prism. The simile effective, Can you deduce my meaning like a syllogism. I got many flexes, and I none of them vocabulistic. I’m a sick son of a bitch, 666, crossed me, I’m twisted. we My fists like crucifixes, reached to your lips and kissed it. Ignorance is bliss, I had to educate the idyits. You ain’t no misfit, just dim witted to my mystic. Getting out my cage after each and every sentence. I’ve had enough of any explanations. had enough of patience, Had enough of waiting. Hear me clearly I’ll cut you quick like lasik. I fear me. I do it for all me. do it all for betterment, neat. My dear, my venison, Meat. Later comes the time to revel in. Now has greater relevance. These is the headlights, get off the street. Don’t make mothers weep. Bambi. Lest we fall like a leaf in the wind. Autumn has come, I’m sleeping till spring. As darkness falls, a new day begins. Which means I need a new crib, I can only so much repetition. Blessings at beginning and my end, Benediction. If my pistons slow down I’m leaving. I can’t wait for change in the seasons. I’ve had enough of any explanations. had enough of patience, Had enough of waiting. Hear me clearly I’ll cut you quick like lasik. I fear me. I’ve had enough of any explanations. had enough of patience, Had enough of waiting. Hear me clearly I’ll cut you quick like lasik. I fear me. Aint that worth a query? Like what if my ego is the death of me? What if I neglect it and there’s less of me? No room for pessimism in reality. The light by which I burn, accounting for my calories. I would kill for a balanced eat. Because I’ll swallow the world, Make full of my unturned cheeks. I’ve done too much forgiving, it’s time to fight. Bring an end to this cold dead night. I can’t be yours. I can’t be mine either. I’m only of this world, Feed me to the sky’s ether. I’m of the world, I don’t state that with no tentative. Immortal purpose I ain’t begging on no relevande