Abandon All Hope

Is a love such as that which

I exhibit for my practice

The factor which then amalgamates debates with straight-jackets and

ROBES Huddled in brackets that blacken the average globe

Xenophobe, loathe to modify the fly, feel this...

I carve a notch in my wall for every stall every fifth mark slants diagonal to symbolize your downfall

Drunky peasants, honor the shifty megatron presence

Slug a bolt once ceremonies of merit turn blood sport (Uh)

Fought in hella high seas,

I freeze your mega dumb company

Pumpin' out wise beads like, fly sneak-attacks on dry leaves

DUNCE Crooked rumors turn zoomers when rookies talkin'

Bad seeds blossom the wookie walk, hawkin'

Let a sucker drift,

I lift up every stone prone to find the point at which repellent signals ultimately bind

When a pack of style mimics deem my rants target to cluster

I advance clutchin' the mic like bully to knuckle duster

Innocent, your riddles yield a little plastic blend

Fuck a badge, light 'em on fire dance a jig around the pig

Figurin' yeah,

I'll land a plan on bleached fame trackers using only the finest in post-modern terrain mappers

Once my breath is dispersed...

My God, you think the heaven's touched the earth then

Thirstin' a perch on a bursted curse

But I don't confide wine and water chose me

Bored, lasso down polaris, let the glow amuse me

OK I lay me down to sleep, creepin' a slumber under red skies

Heads splittin', straight sippin' a drip of dead vibes

It's red tides from here, stop and smell analog hell

Clenchin' a stench of burnin' logics and a child with yearning optics...

Now someone's approached the rope, shaking like snow-globes

Others sought safety in numbers, other's flows got towed under (yeah)

Still another took a turn and crashed and burned while others flee

But there will never be another starvin' marvel like me

See, there's a time when... rhyme and...

Paint combined can't even manage to tell what the swell is, like

Picture your imagery embelished with the hellish aspects of the swarms forlorn facets

Soul crafted fat cats, burrowin', left perrenial tenants discouraged and

Discussin' my four season flourishing,

Uh! Searching, purging poetic lead poison

Poised, imploised to leak a little bit of moisture on your pride

I'm a, animated style machine

Intervening faulty production fueled by nicotine suction

From tux in my carnivore to vipers in my garden

You flash identify by the genus, species and class

Start to chuckle

Buckle the architecture til it fell through

Kill the survivors then raise the dead for shock value

By the time the pending settlements fully negotiated (yeah I'll...)

I'll have put aside you to get myself situated

It's like sadly, my style spooks juveniles like

Boo Radley

Radically weak assume the

Colonel Kurt's in our platoon soon enough

That's one bluff called, toughens the searcher

Stuttering, emerging, gutter urchin, bursting

I live for the moment of truth when

Big Willy rapper ackgnowledges failure and states "Goddamn my shit is trash" "It's time to let go", the tin man bangin' upon his chest to hear the echo

Heartless kid, hollow compartments

See we the people of the united, starving artistic

Militia keep movin' in order to form a more perfect union

I'm clued in to the poison panoramics brewed in panic situations

It fucks a little with my brittle gift

I tell myself "Stay" (Stay)... up high make a mockery of

Sun and moon and star til they hand over the sky

My deluxe is, fluxes, pivots to where the crux is

Invade the town while village elders holler "Who the fuck's this?"

See hipper cats, aggravated trudge through the muds

Quickin' ones, plots thicken like, coagulated blood

Rugged serpentines climb, pebble to rock

Let your pretty pink cloud nine expectations please you not

I'm, Ae-fuckin'-sop

Rock, mic bizarro

Proper application of the soul by my standard

Candid once position from which instigations spawn

And man, I plan to die with a mic in my hand, it's like...

Abandon all hope yo, abandon all hope, it's like

Abandon all hope yo, abandon all hope...