Next dex-tination

Sidnal, Psy, and I, just, lit the signal fire, sigil high, hitchin ride amidst the midden pile,
Shits gettin wild, this decision sits defiled, since a child, men been simple to me, hence, the vile.
In tense denile, I envisaged, hints of guile,
Meant to rile, get a rise and rid the mire.
I hid desire, pitted up against my love, let it sidle in, and since, been thug.
I'm rabid, with a bit of, ragged, driven, wrath.
Dragging back the dragon, I done ripped in half.

(Slip in this)
*Laugh*
(here's what Thought, said)

FUCK 'EM, cheer's you're not dead.

Leed 'em all to me, I need immediate relief, I feed on grief, indeed I'm greedy,

Like a fee fye foe fum

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 silent 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
Thought,
A not about it.
Though, I doubt I taut, it well.
Do I tout a tawdry tell?

"Totally........I nodded."

Note it, B, and, know it will be quoted.

"Oh, it...... Woe, is me."

Taught, a lot, and, now get how it, found a sound, grounded, an unbounded, fountain, spouting out my face
MmmmmmAH!!
I don't have it in me, to hold back.
(NADA.)
Always been a habit, be bold, Brad,
Comma.
But, only if it has to be told.
That's honor.
People, leap, at me, to see themselves. The meek, and, demon, equally, I reek of evil tales.
To simply speak,
Why clean my scales?
My heart?
A tar pit, far off and guarded.
Part of it's scarred, but, the heart of it....
Carcus.
And, that's the art of this all. A marvelous call, the discarded, just, started to fall.
With, a maul, wide, and, a jaw tight, I'm the netter.
If at all pride, is your shawl, i'd unfetter.

No defendin', when I'm in 'em,
I'll ta-da, until the end of 'em, in a momentum of minutes, to grovel is the minimum I'm giving them.
Now, I gotta meditate, how, am I to Dead 'em,
"Fate?"
Never, not a second late to decimate.
HEY!
Brad get a jab at 'em,
(F*g)
Give it back, you're as bad as any maggot get the body bag

ACappella, dark, catchy, eerie