I will not hesitate to debate the shit you relate to
“Blah blah this is so cool” you look like a tool,
Blabbing your mouth and waving your arms – fool.
I can’t be bother to recite the kite to fly you sky high,
I begin to talk and lose you before I even begin to try.
If you want to beat me,
You got be more than a loser
I’m fixed on a destiny,
And you a gangter poser.
I’m, fascinated with the search
For the meaning to life and death; wondering if
I should be afraid or laughing maniacally,