Metaphysical

Infinitesimal

Instant gratification

Feed me notifications

Squirts of dopamine

Flood my focus

As I elope mentally

With broken symmetry

Invoke my lethargy and

Mope relentlessly

Click click click

Tap tap tap

And then we repeat

Ya

Jiggle the keys while I jump on my feet

Dribble like I am asleep

This my purpose

My worthlessness is purposefully squeezed

Dollar sign eyes all I want all I need

Swag

I want the likes and I want the money

I will Secrete until I am lovely

I will repeat until they love me

Boo boo

Swagger like I’m jagger

I’m the shit no crapper

My shit Lit like clapper

This that morning after

So hot my sweat evapor

Rated M for Mature

Stacks up to the rafters

Like

Bitch you know what I’m after !

I don’t need no halo

Bitch I’m capiton

I don’t need to lay low

Bitch I’m capitan

I might write her off with no pencil

I might shoot a load with no pistol

Weasel with the brawn

Can’t trust as far as thrown

She bad to the bone

She might gimme knowledge while I sit upon my thrown

I don’t need no halo

Bitch I’m capiton

I don’t need to lay low

Bitch I’m capitan

I might write her off with no pencil

I might shoot a load with no pistol

Swallow up my soul

Caste me in the mold

Shatter my postpone

Make me go the distance just to wish that I was home

In a modicum instant I refuse to let my nerve up

This Minerva inter-mergence

Fibrillates my virgin surplus

You got force fed dick

By the hand that kept you eating

Now your mad this Norgay found the mountains peak while it was storming

Fucking right I earned your shade

Here; I’ll catch it with my fade

Knock em both in the hoop just to I win the fucking game

And I bow for the applause

Then I proceed to sign the janes

On the titties too fantastic for your frilly dilly daze

I go in like I don’t know yawll

(Antisocial)

I don’t heed your roll call

(Antisocial)

I don’t read your phone call

(Antisocial)

I get to point like focal

(Antisocial)

I sound like I’m committed

Don’t give two fucks what you say

I just got away murder

Hope they look the other way

Snapping on the track again like hot wheels while I’m asking how that soft feel in that mush mouth that’s no Cosby

That’s your moxy

Frack it

Enamas for all these ninivas

Purge the splurge of timid Sputs

Y’all nicks about to sink your ships

While muzer watched like cinemas

Hook

Attention best be paid to the looniest laborious

Allegoric warrior

Purporting forded joyous guts

Gamble with your life

Dice are loaded

I’m victorious

Mesopotamian way I ornament euphoria

This is where the stand meets the emporium

Your boring bruh

Maybe you should buy your way to talent with your stories huh

Maybe you should bury all your hatchets in my Moria

Lately I’ve been faking like I care about your pouring crud

Caked in the corners of vicarious dolorians

I was doing rapping back before the game was gorged with butt

Yall wacker than imagining fabricated exacerbated calluses

You don’t have a clue about where colonel mustards chalice is

All you wanna do is swoon on ballads made

For loons confused and galloping happily to theirs gallows

Bitch I’m IV to your poison

I don’t need your fucking licks

Take a follicle and duplicate my dick just for some hits

Hook