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Rhyming with it and ic is a slippery slope that tends to steer the MC into nasty territories such as violence, ie, hit, rip, kick, clip etc.
Then onto,
"dick",
as in what the MC is becoming after talking too much
"s**t".

Tricky ground to stand on.

You did quite well.

I prefer your,

"arti-fi'shall-food-dyes-make-every-poop-a-soo'prise"

And think that there is more mileage in taking the audience on off piste musings, avoiding rabbit holes along the way.

You have a lot of fun don't you?

i've got a problem with just one solution (it's true son)
but if discuss it i'll end up in an institution (that's no fun)
my whole life I've always been the intrinsic worst one
the taste of dirt in my mouth it stung and many days i hate what i've become
since before Mary-Kate and Ashley starred in When the West Was Fun
and right about now I'm getting out and running up with an SK that might be an airsoft;
and it really doesn't matter whether it's real or not because the whole point is just to get shot
because i couldn't kill myself with helium, next time I'm trying suicide-by-cop
and if i survive it's not for loss, i'll get street cred because i survived a gunshot

That's just Louis Cyphre, he's a stupid little s**t -
- always throwing violent fits
another hyper ret*d kid who will never amount to s**t
he needs psychiatrist and whatever drugs the doctors can supply him with
and you wonder why even as a kid I knew my life is s**t -
- and most of the time I don't know why I exist;
except to provide a home for psoriasis until the day I die of cirrhosis

but finally i realized a theory that fits with the evidence

i'm too strange to exist with the mental of an animal quick to throw fits
i'm sadistic, my mind's supplied with killer instinct a lifetime supply -
- i justify the forensics business entire existence - f**k a fifth -
- i wouldn't mind a shine supply enough to inflict cirrhosis -
- blaze blunts with dust, my only wish is to always be as high as this -

- and when i say i always bring smoke, i don't just mean with guns,
it's in every breathe i exhale from the bottom of my lungs
my whole life and mental revolves around drugs -
- i don't have any friends but i know a couple plugs

I mean like f**k, buddy; i've got no buddies or fuck-buddies
f**k my luck i ain't got nobody -
- it's always the same - wrong no matter which way you rub me

i represent kids who ate glue and kids who sniffed glue
and people who never grew up without a f*****g clue
i'm hanging with Fabian fags, swallowing paper tabs like labial scabs
and then i think to myself man acid's rad

we might be similar shades but we're not the f*****g same
you're kinda tan but I'm dun, a brownish-shade of grey
is the best i feel every single day
I'm exhausted from the pain it never numbs, I'm not okay
and since I'm gonna die anyway
f**k work, i wanna stay up all night and play
pop robo and huff duster spray
i need the sorta hai that'll last all day
popped so many pills my s**t's turn't grey

my 45s your reckoning;
time to notify your next of kin
i always win whether the TEC's hitting or through simply bludgeoning
the opposition; i'm down to squeeze on deplorables
and leave 'em leaking gore from multiple bullet holes -
- how's this for a metaphor;
I've got more bricks and blocks than the f****n' lego store
I put shooters on your block with blicks waiting to go active;
and got kids in the basement breaking bricks like it's taekwondo practice

I lack direction because I've always gone where fate took;
and I feel like Ed Gein time to update my face book -
- I mean, the collection of flayed facial flesh i took
my mental is unnerving to these vermin;
ima renegade underground, to bring 'em pain ain't a burden;
f**k being the goat, I'm rap Drizzt Do'urden

no one in the underground can match my menace -
- relentless you know my style will remain demented
my mental is too f**ked-up to even exist -
my dome's sick; that's why i spit sick s**t that's more twisted than pig dicks
and when i leave these emcees completely f****d
I don't mean testes to tip;
I'll empty a clip in their guts;
embed hot lead in their s**t

I've got some lines on the mirror and some lines on some paper -
- and some lines off the top I should write down for later
she asks if I appreciate periwinkle lingerie; but i gotta say it's irrelevant like Elisha Grey would be today
she said her papa was a rolling stone -
- and i heard the temptation suddenly erupt from her lungs
within minutes with a little persistence and perverted wit
she inserted it but like the cliche ending with 'like a drum' it set expectations but never come
jerking off alone is the cost of dancing to the beat of your own drum
you should see what i need to watch just to make me cum

When it comes to violence I don't need a just cause;
I'll f**k your ass up just cuz.

i'm not from the six instead from the sticks;
one of a million little towns ran by little cliques of countless needle-dicks
i can't afford to leave but i don't need this s**t

You have some hilarious lines, here. I had to highlight my favorites:

i don't start beef on the internet stupid;
i'm waiting outside your door with a tool in the bushes;
the last things through your mind are FMJs and the knowledge i'm ruthless
start s**t with me? you must have a mental disease;
rechambered SMLE, leave you caught by some 223s, if ya know what I mean? (doot doot doot)
you can talk about killing people - i f*****g kill people
whether with heat or the s**t in their needles
my life story umberto anastasio the sequel
i believe in overkill, i'm showin' up with a gun to a fist-fight
i'm no Catholic priest but I'll f****n' touch your boys and serve some last rights
my whole life i've basted in trife;
i don't play nice, click-clack of the ratchet
the grudge only dies once i take your f****n' life (brrt)

i'm running up with the glock an' i'm bustin' shots;
this fa***t's dome's champagne and im'abouta pop the top
when i inflict pain i don't know how to stop
your whole clique are f*****g cucks;
they ain't tough enough they need to toughen up;
i'll have your lads passing bucks like Donald Trump -
- and if the message is lost on these fags
imma leave yah mans shittin' in colostomy bags

your crew must be pedophiles cuz they're all f****n' children;
do you see my van filled with fertilizer outside your building
about to detonate like when Tim McVeigh did some killing?

The title made me think you are an owner of multiple pubs.

You certainly have talent.