New beat!

Thoughts?

SAMPLE: Jakprogresso (hook)

EDIT: 9/24/2023, I wrote some bars for this!

Babble rabble rich bitch

Gotta be real quick to dig your own grave from a road ditch

Witches pick fights with Mitch, waving while wearing white hoods and wielding an old switch

Posers can't pick up on this without a stitched wrist and a gold hitch

Conservative men, get inside the moldy kitchen

Women belong in the workplace, Men deserve to get kicked out into unholy space

Force spit in their face, get raped with shovels and rakes, play the roily poly shit race

Make porn with Deepfakes because we can't stand their pace

Pray to Gacy, we're all really fucking crazy, so what we say goes, OK?

Buy into the stenotypes, embrace their straight gaits

We Fae play the blame game everyday

The emasculated Tates ain't got shit left to say

Sunshine in our fates, while they still have storm clouds, boiling lakes

Roiling torn with grief they scrape by half baked

Too high to reply about our higher pay rates

They're too afraid to ask for brighter ways after we leave them confused and dazed as they fertilize the ground for 1,024 days

Nothing else matters or remains except Brains, Chianti and a peace pipe

Smoking his bones, mixing marrow with leak and Lean and his Greek ex-wife

Pristine Cuisine Prom Queens Trump these former kings, blown to smithereens, Dusty Dubplates play aloud

Laced plastic and Dora's molded map lead us to the Great Lakes where his nightmares are found

Wet dreams abound, surrounded by drowned out screams as a crop duster flies overhead 

It takes an insane amount of effort to remain relevant at reduced rates as I take pictures of his mound

Round bottom, perky ass, amassed thousands of followers on OnlyFans but now he only cries instead

Dead rats, bloated fish and battery acid mixed with bird calls and low groans

Sounds like a Gacy painting on speed dial on a flip phone, or the old Project Blowed crones

Alex jones podcasts locked and loaded, Michael Knowles barbarism plowed down

The fields are all dying, most are already dead, dethroned without crowns

Clowns astounded when nature wasn't respected, it all should have been preserved and protected

Held unaccountable for their shitty actions, pithy glad-hands grandstanded, handed real heads disrespect

Old threads were retread, books reread, but lessons never taken to heart, heedless

Needlessly truncated to nonexistence, persistence was left by the wayside, amid bloody grass burnt glass and slit wrists

Waist high shorts lead to pain and pain leads to circuits short

comeback with a witty retort, then jump in land leave shore

Weenies peed impressed with creamed skinny jeans

Gay pride parades paid pretty pitiful penance

resisted by the dope fiends even after The Movement was accepted