I can’t wait to go and choke this bitch
Then stop before he dies, and curse him with a permanent twitch
Angry words flow through my mouth like BLOOD mixed with SPIT
Like they were knocked out of me with a forceful hit
Time is of the…STOP…
Fuck time, I control that shit
Think about it
But don’t think without it
Remember the memories and the time…I sad STOP
Back to choking you until you pop
Like a balloon without its top
Like the racist cop, like the man who jumped from that burning building with a hop
If I don’t control time, it all goes to shit
Like a blunt that was never lit
Rhyming is the easy part
It’s letting those rhymes speak that-of-which-is-in-your-hart
Because I could care less if you can understand my pain
Fuck rhyming, fuck it
If that’s what you’re here for, then fuck you
My heart hurts, like metal is loose inside it
Making slits and bleeding me out
Bloody bubbles form around my mouth
And just like my time…… they pop.