Stark Raving Idiocy
Barons back? but I never left, since Camarac I been besting heads
challenge that and I’m snapping necks of battle rappers with empty threats
maddest cat that you’ve ever met, first looney out the bin
truly I could win with my eyes removed. ur stupid if you think
id confuse you with a winner, you’re a loser to the death
superficial speciality got you studious respect
without a clue to what it meant. You’re a vermin at its core
permanently bored, like woodwork, is it worth it anymore?
The world isn’t your audience, you’re not worthy of applause
The circus must have stalled. You stood uncertain of it all,
as the curtain come to fall, crashing down on the stage,
Now you’re repaid in solemn silence as an announcement is made
Thousands of pages. Film scripts, words spoke loudly again
Actors renowned for their stage presence counting their change
from the vast mountains they’re paid. Bow before greatness.
The crowds are still waiting… to pounce if you make one lousy mistake.
Now you are famous.
How do you change if not for the better?
Constantly pressured to conquer your efforts. Hot as your temper.
Cold as your loved ones in December
since Keir Starmer robbed from our pensioners.
Watching the incremental rise steal from the pittance they’ve saved
Digital age smart meters become death clocks, ticking away
without the faintest hint of compassion. Just a blink in clinical fashion
as profits are digitally added. What, you didn’t think this would happen?
It’s simple trick they’re all at with electricity gas and
water. Theft by standing order, pay as you go,
Immigration at your border, taking control,
raped in your Home Office. No option but stand up and fight
rally your cries. Tug of war between the Far Left and radical right.
Everybody has to decide whether they’re sat on which side
or scratch their behinds on the fence post til their Union Jacksies are dry.
It’s only a matter of time until both paths will collide.
A fork in the road. You’re either radicalised or anglicanised.
There’s more to it though, there has to be right? We’re torching the globe
The worlds at war with their drones, mineral earths the new Sorcerers Stone.
Russian spies come disguised to undermine. Running the show
orchestrating the puppets below. Putin put Donald Trump on his throne
Fuck what you “know,”. The numbers alone speak for themselves
It’s easy to tell who’s lying. The lips move on people with wealth.
Freedoms a self-perpetuated myth, no one is born to be free,
Dress it up how you want. I’d rather learn Victoria’s Secret.
Sure as I’m breathing, according to me I’m the best
free from excesses. Vladimir Zelensky, a leader of men
teeming with strength. Solider of war, the coldest of dawns
woke up this morning with uncontrollable thoughts. Broke as the morning
over-reported. The snow as it falls, blanketing frost
put your callipers on. Stand up for what you believe, no matter the cost
Sat in the watchtower with a rifle and scope, eyeing up ghosts
Tired as the ocean rising in motion. Dry as the coasts of islands unknown.
Loved as surprises with roses, it all stems from the beginning
The sense of deep fulfilment that extends to needing women
it’s the emptiness within him. Existential feebleism
The ever present weak condition of a nepotist keep your distance.
Read a dictionary for once, or keep up if you can
Trust me it bangs. If you’ve trouble comprehending motherfucker, just ask.
Blood on my hands, fully detached. Five finger discount
if I bite from the wrist down, you can die with your fist out.
Knuckle sandwich, underhanded, twice the size of your big mouth
No David vs Goliath in this town, bitch I’ll make you cry like a shithouse
I don’t write, I just spit out lines like arcade ticket machines
Your bars ain’t hitting to me. They’re stark-raving idiocy…
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