Quick Feet... from Season 2 by DTOMe

maybe he’s just tweaking
is he always this facetious
does he always have to be indecent
why’s he always creeping
maybe he will do me something free
if I please him
maybe he’s a demon
oh my god the plot deepens
what is his reasons
for keeping people screaming
like their being eating
it’s time for me to be leaving
before I catch a beating
I heard he spreads skin lesions
what malfeasance
better use quick feet bobbing weaving
and try to flee him




i speak with sweetness
at first I’m reaching
to expose your weakness
talking like Jesus
leaving you blind
and speechless
grieving as I’m leaving
pieces of my mind
with this ink pen
leaking that
pleasing
sound and now your sleeping
your energy I'm leeching
a story of me I’m teaching
since I was a fetus
I knew I was genius
but me preaching this
is needless
I prove it by weaving
driving while drinking
this Jim beam and
heading up
to the NA meeting
speeding with hiccups
to the next pub
then I’m
heaving up grub
musta been that sub
I was eating
before I chugged
that Seagrams gin
blurry vision steering
then go into a spin
flip five times and land
in the clearing
at the club
stepping out hearing
yelling and cheering
cuz I ain’t bleeding
pain I ain't feeling
entertained seeing
that old BM
exploding slow motion
watching close
as shrap nel went to
slinging flinging into them
cutting their esophagus’s
now their wheezing
that’s what you get
for teasing a demon
steal a car I got the
tires screeching
leaving this bar
hearing people screaming
like when I’m dreaming
but I ain’t sleeping
I’m keeping families weeping
alarms beeping
as blood is streaming
gives my life meaning
what a nice evening
my insides are teeming

again I’m speeding
overheat my ride
radiator made a noise
then started steaming
guess 125 was to high
a speed when your leaning
set a fire in the streets then
I’m retreating seeing
police come to me
stop as I greet them
they ask if I’m alright
cuz hard is my breathing
I said yeah I was fleeing
this crime scene
when this guy started eating
peoples faces
and spleens
them damn drugs
making people mean
I appreciate everything
now you need to hurry up
gave him a hug
stole his wedding ring
as he pushed me away
being kinda smug
like a king
he turned away
running like a schmuck
thinking what
luck brings
I’ll get that
promotion today
I bounce like a spring
tore my hamstring
so I crawled
hands and knees
three blocks away
the NA thing
gave the doorbell a ring
they helped me
to my feet stumbling
into my seat
then I introduced
my name pretending
that I feel shame
for the way
I stayed repressing
all this inner pain
then they all prayed
around me in a circle
before their eyes opened
I popped ten Vicodin
washed it down
with free coffee
now I’m bent
but I’m walking up
to grab my three
month chip for sobriety
I said amen then

praised our society
then oh what irony
I saw a flash
then a crash at
the door
as it swings
wide open
broken in the floor
I was frozen
as they drew
out their forty fives
my sponsor spoke up
said what the hell
are you doing
as I dive for the pulpit
they blew open
a hole in his throat
gun barrels smoking
I’m not joking
he was choking
in the carpet
blood was soaking
they didn’t realize
what they just opened
two cops in a ocean
of forty people
fresh off the needle
forced here by the legal
system who made them victims
of their symptoms
all in one motion
they engulfed them
tearing through ligaments
limb by limb
it was militant
blood and shit flying
all the while I’m
ducking and diving
slipping by them
looking innocent
crawling in the instrument
they use for imprisonment
it was magnificent
ripping through packages
of evidence
that they had
stashed in a bag
in the trunk
slam dunk
then I stuffed it
in the bitches purses
all the while
they were still cursing
the pigs who were working
came in with
the notion
they could over
through us Addicts will
on the verge of turning
their whole life over
to getting sober
it brought us closer
we gathered
at the wake
one day for closure
until they noticed
I was cross dressed
started poking
with questions
when the focused
on one of the purses
slung on my shoulder
I choked the cunt
like homer Simpson
rolled a blunt
now I’m running
limping all
over again

• Alternative
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• dark-rap
• rap
• underground hip hop
• underground rap
• Virginia