Mysophobia

This is for shades of extra moo blue

I Hear you breathin'
You're believing I pissed of demon
When screamin' through an interupt decievin'
Im seeing to a planet shute like you knew what you was doin'
Pursuing a double take n' screwing in both ways with two shades with two mouths display
No delay, agree late, your shits running from lights on to down sun
Coming in my direction of perfection
My parents are sleepin'

Quiet
Take off your potty-mouth when your in my house
I douse two lips with a stick up my sick soap dick (penis)
Shouldn't you know better to keep walkin' when the weather is right for shit talkin'
It all connects to a boredom fight
When no ones insight, thats when you think your shit is tight
I wait till its dark then (then, then, then, then...)

Boom, I turn on the light
Kick some shit in one night that took you days to write
And im so polite i dont need it, so i let 'cha bite

Takin' back the airwaves, heard my song on the radio
Hit me up with some of that machette glow
The fear of dirt, mysophobe
Grab an ass, im a homophobe (win it)
Bored out of mind stuck here, somewhere in the middle of nowhere
Can i kicks it
With the midwest flava
You know you can't fake this, bitch
C-Bone the punk ass bitch with the diggy zanadeedis when corn did
Call me trendy but i rock like kit without the midget, never fidget, never stutter
Rock my spits with the murda

Mad props to this outside...
The mighty I
Shout out to Dirt Joe
I'm too big headed to think about anyone else
Yo Joe lets get the fuck outa here, we have to go hand out at come and go Axton
On jefferson baby!