#magic cesar

Infrastructure reduction in the powder keg louder than bombs shrouded in power hungry brigades sour times for shower sabotage, take a dip in the lake the mirror mirage, take a savant damage like famine laments ain’t no reason to love me you’ll find me in a body bag, pale, shivering, ugly like a promotion party open for natural nights all these naughty satchel delights work better on Saturday highs fuck you, fuck me twice on Sunday I love the way your hugs say im sweet but I like the rough play I cordially decline your offer to drop a dime the more sordid the crime the more I’m sort inclined to forcefully find a border to climb all up on your offense it’s kind of a process dropping sauces on your lord of the flies nonsense is expensive mistakes are just a head trip and worse when you work electric I’m taking a second to thank all the cats who hired me that stupid little wiry Mexican packed with irony like, who would desire me, logically I’m a gamble gravel tossed shoveling tunnels to funnel samples to vermin slaving over the perfect sermon so damn lucrative on to purchase curtains I built my church upon your fuckin mausoleum to resurrect your demons, fuck hiding I wanna see em I wanna treatin em to a little dinner of semen toss a little lengua in the pan and pan-sear em but you might be needing the serum, check medicine cabinet those inanimate savages lavishly spin the planets I’m summoning the second coming of stojakovic And clockin-in a little overtime, sober and honest Not that I promise that I won’t be raiding the register Ay senator your caricature would make a better competitor Fuck trump, I can’t stress it enough Fuck him in his little pampered 1-percenter butt Fuck him till he cums, that’s right I wanna pleasure him to see “Trump out the Closet” in the headlines and embarrass him

Yo one of ya'll has to have some trump connection... Forward this shit

Sorry mom

check out my song please it's for bradley nowell and for the future of our society

The cum stained sheets I used to sit in with bae It's not satin we sittin in and I'm still smitten all day They more pathetic than synthetic pseudo-prophetic anomalies They faker than a cheese grater with Rachel Dolezal in it I've been catching glimpses of the look the looks that people give me On the street I'm honestly just tryna be fucking forgiving But I think they notice yo I'm not just any novice, no I've been treading the block since the block was just a rhombus, broke

When I was six I was born without a face At age right I gave birth to my face I was born without a trace, I had to face the truth My momma was from space and my daddy from the moon At age 9 I invented the flesh light Made a little profit, goddamn it was the best time Then I got to college and the knowledge overflowed I spent time and left nine to get closer to home Now every plot has got a twist Officer I’m sorry for the bars don’t lock a bit I do believe in a past life I was a hornet Cuz I’m attracted to bare knees on porches surpassing normalcy Yes I was born to be rushed, lusty and crushin on the daily Though I’m failing it’s still a positive sensation One for the family though dysfunctional One for the battery that fueled and ruptured them A couple cold ones cracked and chugged for the sake of summer And two up for strategies and managing the slumber Fuck boi mentality catch me on the avatar Age ten was hatred, them crates ain’t digging themselves Drill deep deep driller, yo killer keep bleeding Speedy recovery due to trim shrubbery believing Stupid, I’m an alien in every sense Rushing to get to school to collect educator debt He’s a man of good faith, bad taste, good cloth But if you ain’t kept in a box then what the hell are you breaking out of? So keep the door shut, that freshness be escaping And keep taping shut the aqueducts and keep the cities vacant Get that construction site of a smile out of my sight lines You fight crime purely to feel the warmth of the limelight I’m getting sick of it All them bigoted position holders rhyming about their syllabus

I got a bong in my hand, and chips in my backpack

IN THE NAME OF RECESS