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killvongard - no hobbyist lyrics

i’m no hobbyist
a specialist
who won a staring contest with the precipice
calmly lit path for the pessimist
in oddly written, polyrhythmic sentences
and was never for one second out my writ
could never heavyweight bout my wit
my pouch of quips is bottomless
to think i thought this up mid episode
pacing about my kitchen
just grabbed a ginger beer from out my fridge
countless doubts i b+tch slapped in the thousands
rich
with whatever the opposite of whatever you thought was it
paws get l!cked
my claws still in
the dead, the quick
i termination clause your sh+t
bit by bit
blood in the spit like i bit my lip
a autodidact
you should try to buy back
the time that you spent
under the watchful eye of a proctor
sweating bout assignments
awfulness
hiding behind that taut faux skin
what can’t be taught is thoughtfulness
what can’t be thought
is i’m boasting
and just an exercise in a hop skip and a jump to the compost bin
you didn’t almost win
i can identify a plant, i’m a botanist
i’m no fiddler
a finisher
i learned to stand straight & calm with thumb under philosopher’s chin
in chicago wind
screw your face up
i’m pablo picasso’in

i’m no hobbyist…
i’m no columnist

egotist
fake regalness
leaking from your feeble lips
expelling deceitful tricks
i’m
spelling while i’m spelling
my easel is
my tablet
as my brush is my chisel as
as hermes wielding caduceus
avada kedavra if i wanna
douche
poof
aloof as i wanna present
the mechanism proof
well oiled
& you thought i was lollygagging
the time it took
to tell these tribulations effortlessly smooth
was as long as it took for you to realize you been duped
..oops
i’m scheming schemes in my sleep
& as i’m staring at the clerk while he baggin’ my booze
i mean i’m lying i coulda said food
i don’t even drink no more i just that that this could use
a
lil hint of tortured painter
lil twist of norman mailer
lil bit of portrait hatred
torch it when your course a failure
believe me i get it
not really my business
but you was all up in my sh+t
& now i’m feeling omniscient it
looks as though you’re stealing my grimace
what’s the matter trevor?
i thought you was succeeding in business
as a young enterprising shark
not really god
not really god given
but i’m somewhere in the middle
and i’m feeding on images of your bleeding out
right next where my fin is
fin since ‘nam
word to josue
k!ll just fin in his prime
i’m really uknowho
don’t say the name
nagini my kitty
potato k!ll these mother f+ckers
if they try to get near me
enjoy that busy work you f+ckin bum
i’m no publicist

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