Truest

As Psy peers upon what's left, has my ear begone thus said.
Paths lie cleared, eye dons just dead.

(Add my sneer)

"Why calm this dread? It's on its debt, this all gets set."

Wicks long.

(It's lit)


"Wanna work a little word magic?"

(C'mon, look don't get absurd...)

Ive had it up to.....but, im hurt at it. Gonna burst the riddle,

"Lemme first at it, curses happen to be my...worst habit. Pure static, just until your hearse."

(Pad it.)

"Logomachy me?
I'ma knock a motha fucka clean, up out the topic."

(Wanna pop at B?)

The parties hot and hoppin', if you got and brought the heat.
Listen, to the Psy lent words.

Lips and tooth denied the verse.

Lettin' new get by unheard

Liftin' through the violent purge.

"Dude,

Didn't you benign the hurt?

Writ and drew, ya mind at first,

Enlisted mine to work..

You're worthless, and findin' worse.
With a mind, diverse as mine, you're kinda perfect, line and verse."

Psy can hit a rhythm, watch him notch a mechanism
Titan, with a schism,B, talkn' hot, cause death is with him.
Tighten, with the vision, caution tossed, and left within
A sigh.......
(........and, a quick pip from the B)
.........can I get hip, gone of feet
"Now that I've di-B-litated, I'ma get to Psy's assignment.
Howl at mighty, THE deranged mind, gripped, divines alignment
The game waned, when I sank fang, in the chorus, to gain Fame, with, a mainframe, of, allure, and, aim vaned, to, claim name, same as the Lord's, so, this yang, came to this plane, plain, and, he flourished, in pain, pangs, when I sprang, laying in Gore, and the shame, stains, so, I slang blame at the whorish, I brang sayings, sang Zayin, and a horde of disdain, abhorance gets trained, at lame brains, and, the torpid, four score shits boring, this is important, I'll get to the point of the swore, it was a choice, never appointed ,only anointed, for me to point, Holy ,and poignant, at the only enjoyment, left for the goyim, get to the torment, grip it and form it

Psyanyde'll make ya blue, take you through fire, so hot, Satan prays for you, wait a minute, fade it, man, I hate to hasten proof, bait 'em in, any able body men or women I've been making stew.

"A little burnt almond, is, all that all men'll get, when the fall, hits, if'n I'm at all, up in your skull, then, it's curtain call.
This shit, isn't, about, just, the lyrics, it's clear, my mission here's, to make 'em fear, if, when they hear I'm near, and, appear, like Beerus.....it's only the tears, Brad'll have to deal with."

All this gobbledegook, done got me wobbled, B's, boggled, ogling these shook bobbles, coddlin crooks.
Since they let us in, I've been reticent, jet set to jettison,
So,
When it finally cracks the dawn, like, a mastodon thrash, that's, when my mask is gone.
And,
Back to the task, I've been passin on, it's a fact, just isn't what I'm basking from.

"PoiPsyns Well, poised and swelled."

(Cloist?)

Indwelled, in voice instilled.
Then choice dispelled.
I'm burgeoned, by the virgin-birth, versioned from perversions urge, this spurious word surged in.

"Misinterpreted at first, it set the spurs in on how to purge "sin"."

When, Mesopotamia, back in the day, lets go the mania, backin' "the Great", the texts show Akkadia lacked in the faith, the next go to vainglory, thats when they say...

"Language vanished, anguish came to languish.
Shamash abandoned us and famish pains the gut.."


I got mine-n-Psy-chose his,

"Pre-Psy-sleaze, Reich owes this by my oath, I closed is-you my host."

(Bitch)

B-Psy'd,

(Cheese😁)

I Psy'd-showed disses,

"re-Psyned to bide, goin' viscious"

(B-lie?)

No, which is why my road's so twisted.

(B-hold)

"Know wishes demote soul riches?"

So'll this if I go with his ode.

(Goad)

"Krishna's no parishioner of this."

(Go ticklish)


"So, you've made it to the top, though, you're rated "due to drop"."

(No....)

"Ruminated, brewed a slop, grown too degraded to detox".

(Two mated socks?)

Too late it stopped me, glued to spot, no new debate, a tomb ate the talks.

"Atum makes the lost, a doom Fates been tossed,"

I tune to greatness.

(Toon)

Simulated sounds, Psy emulated his down within,

"When you hate it grounds. My whim you mated, clown."

(Now, begin)

Spin your faded nouns, sire inner aid,

"I'm out to win."

(what'd B think he'd done?)

"Cut me cleanly huh? A mutt, demean me? Tut, end deed, he want."

Tucked in ink, he hunts.....the mutton, but we glean the stunt.

"Suckling, such is weaning. Come up and see the front."

The echoes of my ululations, offa the walls, emit, reverberations back, to give my deities call, I got my Dril-bu bell, off in my left hand, my Vajra scepter, in my right, My damaru drum, made of two skull caps, making shabta sounds, all through the night, Now, let ya fingertips, tap the kundu drum, while I Yu walk, and, ask the sun to come, With a pair of goun-gri, I stomp a beat, my zhu on cue, my conch and me, in the cult of Orpheus, my soul is free, entranced by a dance, controlled by me,

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