Denny Sweets Vesey, the poster child for secrecy with the mic in her hand, regurgitated from my oral gland.
Half as bland as Vaudeville with a hint of adolescence prevalence and cynicism while bathing in the sun-tint sand.
I run with the best of the cyanide abusers in this suicidal crew of crude has-beens and will-bes as a maybe.
Wavering on gender fluidity with Damien and Kaitlyn on the sideshow of this slide-show in rarity they say she.
Mad flows as those knows their nose blows on the track-list, five songs of admirable feats at the track meet.
Loving in the fast lane, while living a pedestrian style of terrible astigmatism in a bungalow of rotten meat.
From the north side of Vegas, to the west side of Tampa Bay, to the south side of Dallas, to the east side of AC.
Solemn warnings of effervescence with any encounter with me these days fillet a relay of ignorance-Tish race-y.
The child as a poster for future hatred and all that, they're different, grandiloquent and eloquent in speaking.
Which is tweaking my inner monologues, referral to the top, they never saw it, Vesey leaves believers leaking.
To make a friend out of a follower, an end out of a start; take the building from the top and level it to sound.
The ground, around, circuitous, avoid the obvious in conversating; suppose you're Fantasia to my book of resound
Abound in all these explanations, I never tried to make it obvious that I was what I am; it all came out of nothing.
Had two groups I thought I had a future with, but that all fell through like the love I was imploring something.
Depressive is a constant adjective that I hide in front of Vesey, “Sweetness” is a way for me to mimic Payton.
Can't amount to anything when having talent is your occupation, preoccupied with gender while playing Layton.
A few more bars before the song is done, my story and my guide will set in accordance with the Summer Sun.
I wish you'd listen for forever, but by the time Wayne drops you'll be gone with the rest of the crowd, I'll be hung.
Don't be sorry that you never cared when I shed a tear for Broadway, you all were just witnesses to evolution.
Darwin never seemed to find the human of his theory, I can be the one to sacrifice a bit of sanity for dilution.
If I make it successive, you'll know that society has made it progressive because I'll make it just on rap skills.
Be sure to remind me if my hype leads me to believe my potential is still higher than the Catskills.