Dabble Dabble Low Born Rabble

The Amateurs congregate and role play at the black site.

They convince themselves their ignorance is light.


They lie to each other, that's the deal.


I support your lie too if you pretend I am real

Why do you pretend you don't crave the acceptance

As if you don't covet the gift of susceptance?

Shits weak bro.

Not really. I see what He means. I kinda like it.

Lol at fake ass magicians answering the trap

Dumbasses family lineage is made of the scraps

Of disgraced thieves and whores

lol only kidding. I kinda liked it. Just feel a bit down.

Although I do not agree wtf he is saying,haha, ass

They play the mimic game and think it high magicK

These sacrificial lambs end is always so tragic

They dabbled in things above their heads

Their ego and self torn to shreds

By their inferiority complex

You? Wow. You sound like you are due for a good ass kicking, you know that?

lol you should write a book.

Ok, I lied. It was fucking terrible.

Weak assed posers.

I'll shove that sabor right up your ass baby.

Back and forth their loyalties swing

But no amount of resistance can take away the sting

Of knowing what could have been

If their thin skin

Had not caused them to demean

Themselves in an attempt to become real

Oh no you did not.

It's not about heart, it's not about soul

It's not about the things you think that you know


It's about the things you can not fake

That thing which can't you take


You must be born with this gift that makes one so valent.

You can never achieve without the god given talent

Does Love matter?

I could listen and learn to all your wisdom, humbly hear you teach-I could become a better me,because you made me reach. I could the floor beneath me, my knees my blood would shine, I could give my life to you,but never would you be mine.

Love is something the world has inverted

Through some dark alchemy it's function converted

To that of something one must apply pressure to,

Must look for, must force, must create from nothing like a form of voodoo


When love is something you do not nurture

That kind of love is akin to torture



Love you fight off and go to battle to best

But it defeats you and tears your heart from your chest...


So you know are conquered and to resist is futility

The thing that can defeat your invisibility

Is your love.....it is your vulnerability

Personified

Merit your need to show off

Is a weakness

Because this Thoroughbred is Strong Enough to Win The Preakness

Ugh your clumsy prose is like breaking glass

Your jealousy like the sound of a braying ass.



If I was showing off I would have simply signed in.

An obvious fact that defeats your spin.

Though I find no join in the win.

Because you are just a donkey.

While you are rhyming.. I am Prepping for WWIII in the 2030s

Carry On 'Merit'

My minds eye hears the clicking of keys.

Of others attempting to write with the ease

I show at my leisure and when I please

Without a second thought.



So get your last word, your.... shot at redemption

For the ppl I angered for thinking I mentioned

Them in the rhymes when that was only their pretension


Playing tricks on their mind once again

But Merit the positive is I have chosen you to be one of my lieutenants

You have a Goebbels/Himmler potential

Don't play too long.. I will be calling on you in 2031

All you are doing is channeling

Which I can do quite well too btw

But that does not save the country

Nor is it of value to demean people you feel are not as intelligent as your mind makes you feel

How many people have you trolled on here.. hundreds..

What value does that gleam in your arsenal except to hypnotize the audience

That is the skillset you are learning

But useless unless you use that potential for The Great Good

You will forever be living in The Hood

You may be rich.. a Rothschild Bitch

But unless you flip the switch

You will forever be Hitch

tee hee