disreguarding to the human beings

im tired of these fools willing to spill idiotic rhyme schemes,1.they dont know how'ta mind the', own buisness or press the right' key,wrap the right' seem to button up their lean cut high' jeans,theyve got no hygeniene.what the f**k do you think of me f**k it jus bite me.2who the f**k in the world thinks they can write the'better subatomic divine schemes than' me when im overdosin and climbing', senical hills in my mind,while my minds still spinnin isles'a eyeodine in my eyes like spiders wrapping their web,iomene,thyamine,cytosine in the set wrests of spider-meen.everyone thinks that my paragraphs are to thick to be considered'did you wannabes ever simply'reconsider that i might just be to advanced to be undertood,too bitter to be read over, or too real'good to be compared to'whither im the first to be known or the last to be seen on live televison,im going to be shown to the lights,of lights camera action'then show everyone what i truly am,until they all take me in an make me what i am like a b***h who sued a whole court and doed um all in.attest that i am the best lest we regress your numerous short comings scientifically put to the test atlas of your cerebrals neuro passage would suggest  an unhealthy neandrithal-like crest in the frontal lobe guess your genetic origin, inferior pest, your race is responsible for less technological  advancements than any other, you nest yourself on native american land, i catagorize you as just as disgusting as the white man, the europeans in the 1400s came here and slaughtered, killed the natives, fucked their daughters took the land, and the christian retarders of science did not recognize it when they destroyed the mayans astronomical, geometrical knowledge, when they should have applied it, you call the westerners civilized its obvious no man has divised yet a true plan for humanity to gain the highest level of progress possible, so die b***h.i know that we both want to design the redirecting of the type ones outline,re-erect its composition and open it up for africans firstly when were rich on time, but how long will it take us,f**k it;i dont know, but i do know one thing,its time to show the world what weve got whether they love us or not;
 youre going to have to type with me to get leveled up.im so f****n tired of these rap clowns raisin the bars between tupac and all,they didnt take his scars,all they taken is his auto'big'ography,his name,anatomy,bars fame and used him for their entire f****n rapping industry.
 it was pac, who took the bullets, the blood,wounds and the one who died, not you slim,eminem,50 cent or dre;none of you took the dive,just the pay'ment that you used by using his name'in all of your f*****g raps,excaliburs to fame,took eevrything from a dead man who died 14 years ago,and b*****s your still calling his name.im ready to disperse the reverse of the quranic mean verse of al fatihah that i recited, and coheresed through my cortex to the cornea, to the end of the hornea that diversified my brains eyes and broke open my cranium" like a f****n attack to the hearnea.i only feel this feeling once in ever while,its so momentary,a pile of genius,a curve of infinity,the tiles within my brain begin to light up and explode,i think id better dial' ryans number before i implode blow and burn to ashes like thrown out hashed scatterd and destroyed files
,trashed' and backed into oblivion
 because my brain is anything but the anti of wild,its insane,crazy everything but mild
 so, they think im going to give up,or get too drunk to drink this insane potion,get knocked up,like im a female senile put down crook,s**t my bowels out get crunk,spunkified get drowned and too sunk to get back up?
thats exactly the opposite of what ill do,because when i get up im going to deliver my entire crew upon ya,spin your lasagna a billion times like a slew mana'ray,to subdue you so low that your heart chokes you so slow,that you fall out like you just got doed in by an anaconda,and rolled all over in stickiness and the dough that i plow you in will be the aroma of what comes out of this blower.
 these people just dont listen to me,everthing that comes out of me,is my heart,my breath,that i reaped in a reath of pain, suffering and perseverence'see they cant even be what they say they are,these scars that they show me,just arent real,so when they try to conceal everything that they do,is the mask i peel'off and scrape off,until' they cant hide anymore,look at these fools now,how cealed are they wow,what to and where cow'ards is the only word that need be revealed
 thats all that they ever say,when they observe my work,turn right around and give me a few negative words,pour out what they call feed back,burn their throats, get choked turn and laugh at everything that ive earned.they dont even know'how to feed themselves the weak substances that they breath,smoke and s**t out ev'ary week,tweak a few vocabulary terms they just read and think that theyve learned,a damn thing,as if theyre superman,pinky the brain and captain kirk,its just so f****n absurd,havent any of you fuckers evaer heard what it means to study every single adjective word,objective slurs,snich this isnt hard,this isnt an apple and f*****g for sure you aint no bookn worm
listen mother fuckers because here i come,what you didnt think that i had a billion more words to implore,twist around like 5 slit wrists,explore the foundation of my pace'man and take this entire website in adore'nment,cause em to fore'fet all that theyve done,sound waves that break through their audio floors with my guitar fret,to set everything straight,and make them all bow to the ground,as they abhore me and moarn the'moment that they came across me kiss and kiss the sewed shoes and ointment on my feet in deep, heartfelt soakin regret
wait,let me go ahead and give this cypher an appointment,f**k it,whats the point then'when i turn this mace upside right,and tight'en it side up left,youre organs' are gonna fall so lowly,and when theyve hardened ima deplore um,pour um in a flask for the lab and store um. what did you think i wasnt a psychopath,well just open up the body bags,in the back of my lab,pop the labels off the tables,shelves and prepare yourself to see what wrath'really is.do you see the silly kid,with the enlargened brain he took the path into my prescence,he unwrapped my present and did'every single thing i told him to as he popped my lid