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i.v. [freeverse] - kyle spear [artist] lyrics

i.v
(so, i figure it’s about time you let me get in on a track & show you how it’s done..)
narrator
(jesus f*cking christ dude, as if anybody wants to hear anything more out of you..)

[verse] (i.v.)
i had an adverse reaction to stimulants in a pasture & i asked my imaginary friend if he could lend a xanax tablet, it was x, h & thc, blow, liquor & acid, 3 pitchers of pabst, some bath salts & some crack, a packet full of some meth & a couple nicotine patches & lean up in my anatomy so you do the math..
d*mn, i’ve gone batsh*t, lost my phone & my cap just disappeared like a hat trick, where the f*ck are my matchsticks?, need a smoke to relax & some sn*tch to poke from a ratchet hoe, as far as hangovers go, i’d say this is the baddest, on narcotics i’m calm & sh*t, how you think i’m the bomb & sh*t, magic?, it’s the additive substances i would imagine that make a king out of f*ggot you used to hassle in classes, it stings a little to see the ole dweeb singing & rapping but enough about what has passed, in the present moment i’m tasked with just opening cans of whoop*ass & disrobing hoes on my mattress, they cum & go cuz no baggage, they get aggressive but passive, i’m an assh0l* jessica & i told ya not to be catching feelings over a dashing heart*assassin with no compassion..
sociopathic rodeo, breaking hearts is my passion, i’m back in motion & catching a second wind that i’m gasping, there’s wind again in my sails so i’ll binge again when i’m back, for now i’m stuck in this pasture with my imaginary friend pat, just wondering how many mastiffs i can k!ll & fit in my hatchback..
f*ck your dogs & your cats & your blogs, makeup & podcasts, f*ck your god & your credit card, f*ck your mom & your dad, f*ck osama & dahmer, the dalai lama, sinbad, john the baptist, the unabomber & anybody named ‘chad’, f*ck your age & your creed, your beliefs, political leanings..
f*ck everything, nah, you know the spear is just teasing..

i.v
(you see?, that’s how it’s done, y’know, if you did more sh*t like that you’d have a halfway decent album..)
narrator
(more sh*t like what?, f*cking free verses?..)
i.v
(yes, sh*t like free verses, where you have to come up with it off the top of your head rather than just having everything written down..)  narrator
(ah, whatever dude, f*ck..)

- kyle spear artist lyrics

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