Fight!

round 2

These are nightmares
These are not dreams
These are not woods
These are not trees
These are night screams
These are frightful nights
In the heat of my Hellish December

I shall remember thee

Sitting
Squatted
Takin a potty here
Solid
I'm locked in a seizure
I'm pop lockin and dropping
And obviously cocking glocks at all times cause I am so tired
So anyway
Like I say
Two cocks in my hand
Ready to man up and...

Autocorrect, folks.
That is not a correct quote.
Those were GLOCKS in my hand. Glock 9.

Not 9 inch cocks. God damn.

I'm a Klu Klux Klaner
I ran up on two black phantoms
In a white sheet
And threw junk at em
And said, "Hey you there! Stop with the rap!"
Oh that got em mad
And who knew they had it

It?
The gat.
Flashed quick.
Licked five other sorry civilians
Around me
But not a shell found me.

I took it as a sign.
Quit the klan and joined the ISIS club in Barstowq or Iran.

All the women wore sheets. Kinda '80s. Not my taste. See y'all later.

Mohammed. Later, prophet.

Hey Allah. Holla.

These are lifeforms
These are not screens
These lights are too bright

Darkness is too black the words are too exact
Matter of fact I saw alotta evil shit when the darkness came
Like a troll with Parkinson's with a walking cane
I just drank whiskey and waved.
Slit my throat and then shaved.
They waved back.
Then snarled and came for their payback. We go way back.

Lucifer was an angel...