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Lewd and Lascivious

from Funky Motherfucker, Yeah! by Louis Mackey

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vicious kid who blew up like vesuvius, lewd and lascivious
its rude to consider this anything removed from the sickest shit
you ever heard in your life, why then turn from the light
bringing heaven to your ears, but they divine it is hell
its not only time that will tell that my rhyming prevails
to all who wished death, hes alive and hes well
if you're ignoring me now your only depriving yourself:
using all of my mind, cuz
canibus claims hes written the greatest rhyme of all time, lie
i do not compete with any, just pretend it's a race
cant make you swallow, but it's spoon fed to your face
shame on the humans not raising their fists
you get blown off, cold shoulder, flakes in the wind
i stand before you an alien, my basis is this
fuck your life, religion, its fate that I piss
excuse I got rowdy, but brother-man, I can kick no other brand
if that offends you, iam not sorry
inventing the flow, ascend and I glow
My last words before I swung from the gallows centuries ago
chilling in the depths and i'm sitting on saturn
the universe is fatal but i figured out its patterns
come off like the greatest literature read
exposing you for all your indigent heads
disfigure you queer fucks, when i'm spitting this ear rush
so deep when I write it often trigger my t{ear} ducts
kick it a capella over sinister licks
then go out blasting cuz im sick of the pigs
the illest alive, before you limitless
wiping the earth clean of you cancer, sores and cystic pricks
not uncouth or deceptive, the proof is erected
you too have it, but just refuse to accept it
raps primitive, the shit talk, limited whores
don't get mad with me cuz I tapped into the source
throwing stones at the throne, the tome is so dope
and they have the nerve to say no man goeth alone?
words compel wood and off the fake man,
strut across the wasteland like my shit smells good
my flavors promise to threat..
dropping a dime from the top of a skyscraper onto ya head

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from Funky Motherfucker, Yeah!, track released January 17, 2010

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Louis Mackey Boston, Massachusetts

Born in the mid-80s in Akron, Ohio. Been and lived many places, brain has changed many times. In debt to the blues and to all music that came before upon whose bones we build. On a mission to make sincere, true, creative and sometimes funny psychedlic hop hop. ... more

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