Yael Garcia

Dope Threads

Rope, no head,

kneel, no, keep it teal

you know you\'re not real

eat that meal, fed up, burnt up

shunt, no you won\'t even appeal

reveal, how you manage not to heal-

do you even feel?

pipe, blackened, while you darkened.

ain\'t that comical, how laughable, how neurotic the exotic stay on while powdered kiss, no hiss, no, hold in your piss.

Door heads and Rope Heads, let\'s go ahead and trade head, oh my, that\'s whitty, i hit up brittney, down the alley and out with all the unloved, prosecutor, hold your verdict, wait,

what an honor, to hold you under like my knife, like satin, you\'re mellow, ain\'t my fellow, stay on the court, post bail, ain\'t worth two dents, hello, it\'s me, what\'s next? let\'s go to Bell-o,

how high, went up like your last kite, fight like it\'s your last rite, ain\'t you always right? hello, needle, i\'ll heal you, how are you ?swollen, its my appendix, filter me clean, or make me lean, ain\'t ever seen the yellow brick road or how you hold out by my street, watch me eat, only to make me repeat, i stay and watch the voices speak, while you leak. wish and i diss, miss the way our lips did that thing, we puck, smuch, all at downtown on blv. Narrow,

stay close to yellow, pray he stays far away like Mike Fellow.