very good, truly, i am most impressed
lets see if we can keep this battle going…
(hey DJ, spin that shit!):
yo…yo…
a nice try: my comeback lines of fire surprised-your-eyes-wider
deep shocked from sleeping your pre-pubescent lies weeping
as your deep skeptical void my stylistic sword shatters
in matters of mass annihilation-of-nihilistic-infestation
your soft feminine feeling loftily reeks-of-seekin stealing
series and aggrandizing of seriously-dead theorizing
Communist wishlists for anti-reality-hitmen
so shit then again over your Manifesto’s murderous detesting
Marxist suicide’s and State-suggested arrresting
is it wealth? shit no spread instead in stealth recitals
your hate filled crying and death-worshipping Idols
for that which you see as necessary is in fact scary
that the lies you surmise here are merely arbitrary
and the feelings that stand intheplace of your thought’s reasonings
weak as children meak mild milk-bottle filterings
media standards for one more propoganda bastard
your faster sleigh-ride Santa fantasy lasted longer than
stronger kids on crack wanderin off the cribs
you never left to ponder your mother’s nursery-rhyme fibs
leavin you not wakin, SIDS woulda been better takin your life
with cyanide-sleep screamin and opiate-eyed dreamin
words of supposed-wisdom maskin your confusion
as here you seek fearful terrified absolution
but wont find it careful as you stare full in forever
crying lines surrender to me bitch im the sender
of truth, fear my fines tho never-know my secret’s shown
through Times of Greatness i bind your hate with verbs and lies
and skies of pies you call your rap but always fallin back
on sentimental-experimental visions and fictional rentals
a weekend wasted, out of respect misplaced
and dazed as your mind’s basted, my kung-fu hastens
the end.