Shut the fuck up about cancel culture, Sulkers giving me gout and an ulcer. Solved by keeping your hands off vulvas. Damn that’s vulgar, but you can smash sculptures. And shut the fuck up about The Joker. This film is shit, I shout from my sofa, Scowl ‘til it’s over, I’m bored Like a corpse in rest, so shut up, it’s for the best. And I don’t want to hear from you talking heads
Why is Jordan Peterson still drawing breath? Shut the fuck up about the reasons for your debt
And the new season of The Walking Dead Shut up about cryptos and NFTs Burning effigies is a better waste of energy. So please don’t share your plans and your schemes and no-one cares what happened in your dream

Montener the Menace will enter your terrace. Tread on your carpet, ready to blemish
Never embellish, if I said it, I meant it Cherish every sentence and shred ya like lettuce Relish the penance of emcees wetter than Venice Grunt like Jessica Ennis when playing tennis (huh) Wrong sport, fuck it, all the same ball park Contort my frame to the shape of a bull shark Leaving bite wounds In the place of a hallmark What you call art is as cringe as a stalled car false starts then used rap as a leaping pad You were all heart till I started keeping track now I’m leaving man's seething mad. I don’t cheat on Tan, but I could be your dad Hard to escape, like a fart in a sleeping bag
After eating bad, cos emcees are needing gags.
So walk with me as I wonder through the wilderness, wondering what happened to the stillness
The worlds full of crazy swirls, what happened to the trees and meadows, mother nature is now a cracked-out architect creating ghettos, walking round the streets in miniskirts and white stilettos, I hear intoxicated echoes I’m like a hand grenade allergic to pins, I'm like a million cheater's chasing birds with broken wings, I'm like the suicidal thoughts of a man with no feelings, praying for divine intervention for the healing. Stealing breath from the tomorrows, to live life in the moment smashing mirrors, so I can multiply my opponents challenge myself, change me, change the world inch by inch I keep stepping till I hurl, walk into the whirled wind like the sickest breath in, spew out some syllables and call the world for sentencing. Life without parole time eternality, forever waling in the wilderness and begging for mercy