SUPERTOYRUN from SUPERTOYRUN by ThIIIrd Person

To beat the beaten path i’ll reject the flowcharts:
Rev my go kart,
get ahead with low cheddar,
then collect the most stars
Only way i go out with a bust
is when they set my bust next to Mozart’s

(that would be the tits tho!)

I’ll turn your gallery to a shit show:
“my gut tells me the next movement to collect
is Postfart”

how can it be when it don’t start?
Every day’s a Super Toy Run
since they made us check our own carts!

love letters i sent to Dope Art said:
“i couldn’t quit you with a shopping spree
at Methadone Mart” >>>>
never leave a ‘track in vein’
peep the ‘needle drop’ metajoke bar,
bet you’ll reckon bro’s smart,

like a chest with slow arteries
they say i got that next-to-blow heart
(don’t sleep!)
check your neck for blow darts,,
i shine bright when it grows dark
every act implies contrary force
and i’m the best of both parts

(Every Day’s A Super Toy Run)
(Super Toy Run)
(Toy Run)
(Every Day’s A Super Toy Run)
...
(RUN)

Now for your moment of Zen
credits roll for the end
all over before it begins
Like how you gonna hope to throw to defend
That’s a pitch loaded in spit
That I already hit over the fence

Case closing before your opening breath
No approaching the bench
Head home and pretend you had hope for the win
Like you can go reminisce but I told you that’s it
No need to live it over again
I’m too old for this shit

Now for the moment of truth
For the solo recruit
No scope in the booth
Was the opening shoot

Like what the fuck you gonna hope to pursue
That’s a loop that never moves the fuckin snare off the fours and the twos!
Full-circle with the coded reviews
Like I know what *I* do and I’m flowing it through what I’m throwing at *you*!
And you can go for the truce
I don’t know any Ruths though
So hopefully you know a mourner or two

And I am fully too grown for this shit

But auto-aim said on the way HOME my bullet hit your dome and it split
There I go with the crit
So-so with the grit
But I’m loaded with wit
Bite a fire bar and get roasted with spit

Oh shit, the tachyon’s unfolding again
Re-exposing the rift
I’m throwing the stolen within
The petty theft spread the resin on the murder weapon
That’s a spit loaded in pitch that they already fenced over the hit!!!

(Every Day’s A Super Toy Run)
(Super Toy Run)
(Toy Run)
(Every Day’s A Super Toy Run)
...
(RUN)

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