New Medium Parnell - Bitchslappin' Motherfuckers To Hell

Bitchslappin' Motherfuckers To Hell

Can't please nobody. Done tryin'. Gotta do my own thang. Boiling all the crabs in my bucket. Only good for the harangue and the nay-say. Motherfuck the game that they play. Had me ready to cut my neck open and bleed to death. I'd rather cut them and amplify my preferred functions. Goin' with my gut. I'm a slut for intuitive gumption. But I ain't a busto. I go for the gusto and trust no shithead tellin' me what to live for, or how to get dough. I know both what I'm capable of and how to bring it about. I sing and I shout to get my demons out. Beeyatch! You just watch. I'ma chew my way through you to get to where I'm supposed to be. I'm open and closer to the rosy destiny. The hopeless try to molest me with super-bogus telepathy. I fuck 'em up with sheer determination and will. Hungry enough to kill. And yes, I got the tools to do it. Solid yet fluid. Oblique, unique movements. Dude. I charted my own course. Goddamn your two cents. You sense resentment. Pent-up. The Medium vents it. Heaven sent? Hell no. Devilish as I love to be. Passionate and contradictory. Your favorite mystery. Potent paradox. Two birds with less than a pair of rocks. I do not comb my hair, but I love fresh underwear & socks after a hot shower. A bath on a lazier day. If an asshole puts this cat in a corner, I'm makin' him pay. Get folded and flown, with your paper airplane self. New era is here. You cannot stack the same wealth in the same way for too long. The transition is too strong. Get caught in the undertow or get to know the flow and move on.

Runaway freight train. Eighteen-wheeler with no brakes. Barreling down the dirtiest road. Flattening all you fucking fakes. How much venom does it take? How big must the balls be? I do it until my mama cries & nobody wants to call me. Lay it out like frankfurters on a Coney Island grill. Can't chill. Ill to the core. Comin' in hot like Peter Tosh. Good gosh. Not posh. It's the brash bumpkin administering the lumpin'. Where's the furnace? I'm pushin' chumps in. Let me tell you somethin'! I tried the humble & meek approach. It's bullshit. Get door-matted to death listening to fools from the pulpit. I'm feelin' evil. The tolerance is much too low now. About to blow now. Write a letter to your loved ones, because...