Bubonic

Sharpen up my tongue Go in and make your speakers blow Thinking that it's fun But f*ck it makes me miserable Spit the flow Mystical Vicious finna hit the road Tell you that I'm coming back But shit that'd make me typical And I've said I'm far from average Speak that shit into existence Yeah, the day-old adage Killin' all my fucking writtens With a couple ad-libs Coming up and taking over As if I'm Bird or Magic I slam it like Vinsanity Crashing all the boards But now I'm bored of this calamity I'm a fucking loser, I Embarrass all my family Is that heresy Or the truest clarity Neglected all my therapy Now I'm something of a parody Of Jeffrey Thompson Not quite awesome I've won and lost some Darker thoughts be scaring me Fearing you my dear; It's clear, you're near But for a moment, I was terror-free Of this tyranny F*ck Farted out my butt Got a little bit of poop on it I'm a fuckin' plague Motherfuckers call me bubonic Catch me at the pub I'll be sippin' on a gin and tonic I'm just having fun Steady puffing on this green chronic And you can think I'm at my pinnacle But to be fair, I'm not quite there I'm sorry I'm so cynical Let's get this show right on the road Put on your favorite dinner coat Cause we be heading to a luncheon You cut my throat and took me home And locked me in your dungeon And I ain't even scream for help A sleuth with stealth Always seeking your elusive self My mental health Is something of fallacy You thinking that I'm strong But I just know that I'm straight fragile, see It frightens me To wake up all alone Beside this concoction of hate And self-loathing Only thing I strive to be, is authentic Yet all of my negativity is augmented Yeah I'm hard-headed But knowing that soothes me At least I understand why Nothing can end smoothly Yeah I'm crudely Scribbling on some looseleaf Afraid to find out Who would cry if they'd lose me But what's it to me Yeah I'm bowing out, anyway Lock the screen door Put my life up on lay-away