**I'll add more whenever I feel like adding more. Each verse is unrelated. I'll just title each verse with date and time (in format DD/MM/YY). Leave feedback in comments. **
[14/02/17:]
I'm sick of the game, liquor won't fix the pain
It'll sift through you and shift the blame
But even if you shift the plane
The shit will sit plain in sight
That's why you shouldn't be playin' at night
Death blooms in dark rooms
While smoke fumes are in throat flumes
Afar in the park a stark merc looms
On the shoulder a swastika hanzi
Show my finger and flip the nazi
Death toll rise in Fibonacci
Got the one up like Medusa in Versace
Ussa like you abuse the mic
I'm like nah, I just use it right