pac-man

rest in peace mac miller, this is for the love of hip hop and battle rap, we gotta keep it alive, dear colson, i wrote you but you still haven't posted, the only time you rocked a full house was when you were an olson, but anyways, fuck it man, how's your little daughter?, hopefully not getting involved in needles like her drug addicted father, i'm on another "plane", i'm so awoken, you tryna emerge and see, but crash, you surely chokin', and when i'm home alone bitch, you're still macaulay culkin, i'll march with the nra to have this machine gun kelly broken, tough little pistol kelly, shit i'll fist you so hard 'til i hit your belly, this dude is anorexic, get him a sandwhich, mixed with jelly, i'm not even pissed, no really, i'm ballin' like a disco, silly, those jabs you missed though, nelly, i'm comin' for your wrist, throat kelly, come at me dawg, i'm sick, polio, these hater's are all liars, coming out the woodwork like pinocchio, i hate these mumble rappers, they go "da da da di", catch me in a maserati, or a fucking bugatti, that i don't own, i rent, to be somebody, i don't knoooow, i don't knoooow, little yachty, i'ma jambaddi, ok, i'm getting sidetracked, back to kelly, the fake machiavelli, bandana around your throat, just fucking do it, hang yourself stupid, and logan paul will take a pic, jump off the roof, and finally make a hit, you're shady's bitch, about to get smoked like a jamaican spliff, this square'll get chopped up into bacon bits, ahhh what was i sayin'? shit, oh yeah, i wanna let people know this, that i've noticed, the comments, that i'm a shady clone, and that i believe that i am him, and i'm with kim, and i'm delusional. there's something you should know, i'm not a lunatic, i just knew this shit, that i used to get, myself exposure and it worked, i'm on the news and shit, you're laughing at me, while i'm here laughing at y'all, talking shit on the computer, surrounded by walls, and i'm getting paid, probably fuckin' your bitch, that's why she doesn't answer your calls, so fuck you, fuck all of y'all, i hate these mumble rappers, they go "da da da di", catch me in a maserati, or a fucking bugatti, that i don't own, i rent, to be somebody, i don't knoooow, i don't knoooow, little yachty, i'ma jambaddi, marshall is taking too long, time for the stans to unite, to stand up and fight, raising the standards, like i am in stanford, for every stanza i'm planning to write, i can walk on water, but still standoffish, you understanding my lines?, dismantling mics, with candles to light, this ouija board we handle tonight, the rap devil's getting baptized, the power of jesus compels you!, sike! if anything needs to be exorcised on this guy it's a muscle, like bashir's mum, son, we getting ready to start a dizaster, i'm wiping away you scum chunks, like switching a carbon reactor, y'all ain't shit but a cum dump, see man, i'm trashing this rapper, but we know this don't actually matter, this is just the calm before marshall get's at ya, bitch wait, you're a shit stain, are you pussies mad at this clickbait?, fuck it, i'll stick the tip of my dick into your chick, 'til the clitoris rips into a million bits, and the shit breaks, yo, who the fuck is that?, i dunno, let me check, "yo, what up? it's kells. cleveland!", yo, throw a beat on, ok, "uh, yeah, hand me the clippers, his beard is weird" clippers?, uh, yeah. what?, and a black shevel, shevel? don't you mean shovel?, no, i mean shevel, yeah. ummmm. where's the autotune at? ok. yeah, yeah, i'm sick of them sweatsuits, and those corny hats, let's talk about it, i'm sick of eating food, and when i see a dude, i just walk around it, i'm sick of being a stick and feeling like shit, but i'm still kelly, so much seamen inside of my belly, and now i am feeling it swelling, damn, shut up you hella thin skeleton, you're just an irrelevant elephant, in the room, soft as watermelon gelatin, gone off the deep end, like louise and thelma did, looking like an alien, local like a l.a.n, where is chris hansen when we need to catch a man who's been, dangling his teeny little weenie, on the 'gram again, no wonder mashall's panicking, you're gonna get hammered in, switch, keep screwing around you might be the, dumbest motherfucker since justin bieber, or logan paul when he tried to tweet a, diss up against chris d'elia, this over-tatted, bony bastard's looking like some molten plastics, thinner than the strings of woven baskets, hopeless codeine addicts, homeless brad pitts, looking like a nazi who would vote for fascists, dome on acid, go, go, gadget, straight into a closing casket, collecting heads like sleepy hollow, y'all don't know me but you need to follow, eminem's the g.o.a.t. and kelly is dope, but both will overdose, and not see tomorrow, damn, that's a hard pill to swallow, i'm in the car now and i killed the bottle, tekashi in the trunk, lil yachty in the front, and i'm driving drunk, into the wall, bro, thank you, ladies and gentlemen for listening, sincerely, stan, i hate these mumble rappers, they go "da da da di", catch me in a maserati, or a fucking bugatti, that i don't own, i rent, to be somebody, i don't knoooow, i don't knoooow, little yachty, i'ma jambaddi