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SpacemanTheJinn

With the Cheshire Grin

PSYCHIATRIC. ASSASSINS. DEFILE.

I defile assassins with my own mix of psychiatric

They wanna scream, but I have chloroform blasting in

I use different things for different screams

I WANNA BE THE MOTIVATION FOR THEIR NIGHTMARE DREAMS

FUCK FREDDY KRUEGER, BE SCARED TO GO TO SLEEP BECAUSE OF ME

You worried bout bitches and bling, I’m focused on poisons and drinks

Addicted and in love with this passion

I call this con science a classic

Sometimes, I let em flee, so they can have memories tragic

The greatest when it comes to torturous tactics

Fantastic with the plastic, I wrap the bodies elastic

I burn em, eat em, or feed em to the worms, never the dogs

Yeah, that’s my self-applause

PICTURE MY SMILE, Y’ALL

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INSTABILITY. LOATHSOME. EQUILIBRIUM.

My instability is quite horrendous

Heel to toe and toe to heel, my failure is stupendous

Which may explain my madness endless

Reckless in the written sentence

Splendid in this melanin menace

A thought process curious, don’t want to be loathsome

So movements are planned or plotted, dotted with “ums”

Still making decisions like, “damn, that was dumb”

Not even influenced by whiskey or the rum

Imbalanced upon the equilibrium

Shaking from the beating drums

Bleeding veins are the best to strum

The sound of dysfunction can be glorious

I mean, there’s more than one way to be luxurious

ADAMANT. CYNICAL. INSINUATION.

Adamant on being cynical

Yeah, I know, you be, “HERE HE GOES”

I don’t really care, though

Focused on the deeper mental

Twisted off the fact we all just rentals

Scratch any and all insinuation

More power to actual statements

Fuck your hidden chasings and adjacents

Digging meanings from the basements

Living for face to facings

A blade is better than casings

TENSE. REGULATE. INFERIOR.

Often stressed, but I shake the tense

Loose for the moves, mistaken for blessed

OR BEST

Naaah, I just ain’t the rest

Now, put it to rest

Cross my heart, life on my chest

Gotta regulate the levels of pride

Balance it all, everyday, inside

I’m open, dying, skrt skrt’n in life

TRAUMA GOT ME WRITIN SUBLIME

But, fuck it fuck it, I’m feelin fine

The vision is flawed and tryin

But, at least it’s tryin

It raises me from inferior

It’s what I like to think in my interior

I mean:

IT’S WHAT I KNOW, I’M SUPERIOR

I’m trippin, I’M BACK TO HUMBLE

Yeah, that was just a fumble

Gotta level this pride til it crumbles

I’m a product of a struggle

EMOTIONS

Sinkin in this feeling

Though, I wanna share my peelings

Life shuffling these cards and dealing

So, I’m dealing with the dealings

From floors to the ceilings

Pickin at my meals ands

Separation has got me keelin

But, I’m never over

Shruggin shoulders

Even when I’m lower

Clownin wit the floaters

Mind dirtier than all your boulders

Dappin past the “told yer’s”

Stainin on approach

Mind first-class, body coach

PUT ME IN COACH

SUICIDE

I’m tired tryin and cryin

I might just grip this knife

And give my neck a slice

Let my blood flow down my chest nice

Such an exaggerated suicide

Give my soul that feelin fly

Yes, counselor, I’m ready to die

ADDICTION

I think I’m addicted lines

I write em all the time

Doc Seuss wit rhymes

I’m out my fuckin mind

Fingernails dirty from the ink and grime

I don’t even be tryin

Call it genuine lies

Sticky wit the slime

This tongue is outta line

Cheshire fine, like treasure fines

They precious, they mine

Literary flyin

Guess that means I’m high

I’m fine if I’m dyin it’s worth all my time

I provide it all my time

Fine, I’m addicted to lines

Uhhhh…idk

I kill kings

Cuz, what is these?

Obscene, gaudy, and ruling things?

I’ll appreciate whores, before I bend to lords

Cuz, just like whores, my course is coarse

Bleeding out through fingerprints and oversweatin through all my pores

A nervous wreck, bleeding from my neck

Driving while I’m writhing and writin, fuck I’m stressed

Dressed to impressed self, still pressed

I’m maid clean, cuz my life’s a mess

I’m…me?

The visuals that I see

Preposterously supreme

Obscene for the scenes you dream

Like, “aaaah, geez”

Mood is always just like, “faaaack, please”

I mean to be me, Fiend

Fuck it mean if I’m being mean

I’m me

Like, fuck ya mean, I’m me, I’m Fiend

Drippin seed, cain’t bleach it clean

I’m talkin bout that opposite of flaccid magic

This writing is blastin in static

Plus, I spit it from my tragic

Somersaultin into traffic

Fingers twitching wit a spasm

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