The Bear
(Growls of a bear)
Oh shit mofucker
Oh shit sucker
Verse:
Uh uh ye
Ye boy
Stalking a long
Wavy mocking a
Coughing after a strong
Toke talking
All the while galloping
A crazy style walloping
Loving the dirt for its
Sideways view feeling
Core breath coming from
Its chest a mammal
With a sow in its
Cave nest best stay low
And quiet it sniffs
My face bow in its
Mandables i feel
Like a cannable
Good ready to
Be sliced open
Case in point
My partners ditched
Me in a tree lee
Lonely corny
Lye stoney
Lye lonely
Backstabbers true
Friends come across
As phoney, a vase
Of faceless people
With blood pouring
Disgraceless pray since
That mammal spaired my life
I wish it was that easy
To manage my strife
Bandage my rife
Claspage thy gripe
I clasp my pipe
Bludgeon my friends
Faces to the point
Their skulls and
Brains are the size of
Pigeons heads
Cainines beds
Lay before the
Blood the old
Dog the sphinx ate
Mates fate met the same
When jinx comes his wait
Late finx a minx of
Words jargon or
Juggernauts
Particulated motherknots
A fathersknots
Bend and break if no
Knots make so
Kit jif quick
Mix the buttery
Sweet aroma of
Pussy peet smoke of
Glacouma i spoke of
Skeet scarcity next i poke
Out of kitty cat and
Sit with a chocolate bar
Shit with a hat in par and
Loom bout brainless
Employment nevermind metaphysical
Stainless rooms stout
Doom doubt slouch itself
Metaphorical brooms clout
A bright burly sky
A swirly of colors
Translated from each chemical
In mine own eyes
A kite hurly flies
Cone fine pin
Bite kine bin
Full of cattle
Battle awful
Stenches hexed upon
Thine known
Wenches hence skin sit on
Poles when hens piss
Personified clens kiss
A plenty spits on penis
Tips can't believe we fall
For fake pretences
Ships looking pretencious
Pretend its a sailing
Objecting when all we do is
Enjoy the view
Like how i enjoy the view of
This dirt right below my
Pew yew shirt
Fight guys with all
These flirts make em turn
Around and say ooooh that
Hurts
Cause truth being told
Half these men is literal
Pussies waiting
For salvation
Hard to believe
Woman have salivation
For a united man nation
Bitches be bitches
While hoes be
Stoec historic
Woes foes kneel
Before women with
A kindred spirit
Hindered and hundreds
Of men
Reaching out heccatancres arms
With a mean wanting
Spear its unfathomable
Anchors only reach so far
To the bottom of the
Ocean
Commotion autumn brings
Out the hand lotion
Quotation on autonomous
Phenomous apocalypse
Without a calypso i see the
Stars sun and eclispe
Though
Into a dark scarry starry
Night sky bark up a
Tree wrongly people will
Disagree sequel people
Keep equal as possible
Even when they had a
Prequel people are evil
Fuck the bears
Fuck your friends
Fuck your family
Im insincere
Could give a fux less
About what comes
Clear x3