Braindead

I’m just living out
My origin story
I like mine
I read yours
And it’s horribly
Boring
I write
When I got time
I punch on the 404
Life sure is
A dime
And she whores
In her spare minutes
Thin as air
In it
Been aware of it
Skip the chair
Waring me down
And get asparagus
This American
Wasteland
And I’m a stagehand
Got no place
In the plays
That they make
Man
But I can
Take
The time
One line
At second thought
Living reckless
Haunting me down
Ripping necklaces
Off
And the weed loud
Like a beckoning
Call
Speed of sound
Hit the ground
And I bounced
Back
Quick
Hit thе dab
When I’m down
Fit the crown
For the bad kid
With thе worse habits
I’m the stirs
That you heard
In your attic
I’m absurd
It’s confirmed
So dramatic
Sweet aromatic
Sheets of the tablets
By the week
And you weak
As a ballot
In the potus
Election
I won’t be
The next up
Imma be the best son
Put my chest
To the sun
Barely dressed
Robe undone
Blowing cess
Like I guess
This is the one
Oh yes
Get the gun
And I press it
To my temple
Running
From
The mess
I made
That was a jest
I’m catching rays
And you still ain’t
Get the message
I’m saying
Playing with played chords
I’m staying bored never
Very clever
My endeavor was
Evidently precious
Blowing the marry
You very jealous
Angry and petty
I’m tight you loose like spaghetti
And
Some other shit
[freestyling nonsense]