rocky song about fighting against anger

original by @theaztc

Lyrics:

fucshian fucks faces full of flush can't seemingly step

up, the challenge rusts, adrenelin was rushing and now

stops, never learnt no lesson from their pops. probs

props to their mom, for only love keeps them from allah

hey look here cock sucker, need a moment or a rubber?

this lollypop is ready for a sloppy top don't do a runner,

im right here callin summons, no lawyer no judge, no

service weapon or grudge, lets have a cast bound summer

hey mister fight, don't leave us

hey mister nice, don't break us up

this was your fight, now face us

for now tonight, we won't wake up

king hit me, brace for fun

you made me do this hun

you could have just as well

left me alone but hell

you woke up something inside my brain

and so though blood calms i can't refrain

thumping matter coursing in my channels creak sick banter

singing choruses encourage horror shit as if its standard,

if violence is the answer, why's he not advancin,

instead blurting messages of ransom, wait

images of fingers lancing, eyes holding fast,

bending, gave an inch popped the lid, his warm jelly

entered, im fairly sure this isnt what they meant when

they said to listen to your bodies wishes, no

im better then this, raised right to rival forces that

reckon within, sorry for the sour smell of my back

peddl-lin-ing, red confusion tackled fuschia in my

personal wing, of hell and all the damn winds

sing of my confusion, pathetic manlet loser

can't throw a punch so stooping, talking solutions

this yapping has loosened, my pipes brustle fruitful

this thumping is gruesome, and screaming absolution