[Hook] [Verse 1] I call the falcon down to level out with other players Fool me once then hope to God the Father hears your prayers He ordered a small bite, but got the shark platter Scrutinized cause the white dwarf spitting dark matter Well he's accusing the rest of the f**ing losers who Using a rite of pa**age as seemingly clueless foolishness But the application's arrogant, the dark heretics Shroud the real glitches in their carapace Crabby motherf**ers move around but not ahead Molded by their firmness and molting of shells of lead And to me, Hell's a bed, I've been hoping that the Monster on the right wing is made up in the head I've been nose diving, cruising to my d**h without direction All the signs rusted over with these worthless interjections Wishing first cla** sections got infections Bars so fluid and hot we got convection But he keeps bending backwards for the vixens Hoping that a short fused spark could lead to friction He listens but doesn't hear, the pa**age is very clear Exodus should start but the sins are bound to steer A buck can you f**ed if you have the right doe But the headlights are probably replaced, if not owned And be weary of the of the lure of the fragrant forest nymph Every rose has its thorns, I can tell you, man, that sh**'s so [Hook] [Verse 2] Behold a break from the nullity of C coding whiplash As a verse to observe diverse trick raps Veins pretty prickly, kinda thick dickily They think of twisted Christmasy curses to get rid of he The wall sockets are shocked to see the fall of man Quickly lose interest when the plug is back by pop demand I put priority before the story even fanned But here I am still talking to the crickets, man That endless summer was the last time I talked to her Lost a chance and a friend to sh**ty circumstance That's why I'm staying indoors, to make the most of it Comrades leave but my diction stays inordinate Deplorable choruses and inadequate delivery A student in his prime, but overnight that don't mean sh** to me Spin myself to sleep the dizziness persists for several weeks Wake up just as tired as I was when I done went to sleep Acting coy like his future is untouchable Looking psychopathic but his spirit is uncrushable He used to hope he wouldn't live past 20 f**ing 3 but recently He found prerogative in moving overseas So caught in up the future he forgot to stay the current And he don't listen to Future cause the purple make him earnest He sips his gallon jug of water Mick be pushing constant And soon he knows the only friction stopping him is knowledge [Hook] [Outro] Double Feature Freestyle Friday Let's go