R.I.P. Lola, Amparo Sacramento.

To the mayhem

claustrophobic with an open door and your eyes are wide shut
broken floor boards, with your words spoken blind-sided but still flying blunt
drive by like a fast-food ammunition disposal kit
got the appettite for destruction, but still ain't got the gut for it
puke your prideful poo of raw bullshit lines and lets be honest
who would've thought this ride for a do-or-die would eventually have a stop sign on it
coagulate your mental state til the center lane breaks free of forks in the road
guess you'll have to wait until your breaks fix so you really shouldn't force in the load
whats to condone? to forgive me of your life's exsistence when it wasn't your choice to be on this earth,
you feelin as though your a regretful accident that russian rouletted the rest of the sperm?
colony cracked the thermostat now the boiling points on the village idiot
you pillagin homeless thoughts and single mothers with a vocab full of innocent children
grab a stick of spear mint and spear your throat with this here quote in it
until you begin to choke on the bulk of "ohs" that you before never really cared to listen
"Everything happens for a reason" as to why you got genitals but still act so dickless
Try to claim a crime for a spine but forensics still didn't find your fingerprints
Front with a metal slug when its a plush toy along with a melting ice cream cone
Front so hard with a kabuki mask but the geisha underneath eventually has to know her role
But who am I to judge the art of God's odd effort of a piccasso piece
just another frameless painting stenciled in with aimless permanent ink