Monolouge Of An Screwed Up Teen.

Bars.

My writings are ironic,
My depression is diagnosed as chronic,
I'm on it as if the sun crashed into the phonic,
Flaunted it
Wanted it
Still with the hip hop I dropped it but I didn't stop, plop, it's on the floor I don't want it anymore,
Gonna climb back to shore,
Choking apon all this lore,
Got kicked out of a Walmart store,
I'm on the deep web like I'm TOR,
What do you want me here for?

This life is a bore I'm gonna get the high score there it goes I'm done, rhyming faster than the speed of light, the sun,
Blunt, puff puff pass,
Kicking these verses and lighting like a fast blast of Nitrous to the engine, a lethal dose of cataclysmic destruction,
Eruption like a volcano, I'm gonna clean a drain of baddies call me drain-0
I walk in and they faint, oh,
The foe is what I'm stopping,
Popping and lockin, and dropping the bodies in the middle of the lobby and killing these dudes like a hobby.