.

I was dropped into this world with no problems and no regard, and so as I sit upon this perch I drop sh*t and try to look hard.

Let’s limit the fame game’s lamebrain pummeling hustle and start, I can recall the bustle and fall and I aim just to laugh at it all (4)

You’re willing to track-back treks of Jerusalem cruising loafers, chauffeur the burden’s opening, so pin groping allusions, folding the five-set toting. And, asked to abandon the old friend’s; loathsome.

Roll’em – post them! (8)

Taking a step back, I twitch with a schizo fit-slow, inverting the cadence, abeyance of the de facto séance; minstrel.

Spill and then catch the wind’s flow, I flutter and flourish within, though, never quite in the same environ as kin folk with ashen skin tone. (12)

Sewn: this is the way I’ve had it, unabashedly I start static; flee.

And I’ll take it to the place where noise can see the voices choice for me is cutlery poignantly placed, “Cut it! Don’t toy with me!” (16)

I am to artifice what eyes are to souls of men who reiterate tired metaphors.

This is the pterosaur, reincarnate meta-tour, the type to realize sentiment sores and blue terror...

Raw and it’s the “New Era”,

Dropped by the crown bearer.

Propelled salivation’s expectation salvation – fair? And, uh…

End-to-end, like burners paired with the great descent,

Fair better than some toys scribbling nonsense – it’s the great pretend. (28)

I make friends for kicks and kick friends for sh*ts.

...don’t giggle much, unlike some b*tch who enjoys a face laced with vaginal paste – sick!

How does it taste? Well, taste this.

I don’t “Know a (uh) Brit Anna ‘cuh”. So, just face it. (32)

Read a book and live a life before you step to me, base head.

Trace fist verbally (origin unknown) but place this,

Thoroughly in your braincase list currently then run home.

I end nonsensical fun tones with iniquitous cynicism - cunt sewn. (36)

...biter’s “bone” left homeless – recognize the Imposter Free Zone.

...sucking that proverbial hip-hop dick expecting the feminine moan,

You came to borrow the scene – “rock”-lean inversion – this is something you own.

And, I’m spitting in your mouth, b*tch!

Yet, you keep begging for a cultural loan…(40)

- AnthrAx

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