BattleRhymes Vol. 9 - Pandemic Tales of an Election

By Armin Mitchell

From the onset of the COVID-19 pandemic of 2020 ahead through the failed polices leading to an uprising against racist, sexist, homophobic, transphobic, xenophobic, Islamophobic, anti-Semitic and hate filled bigoted oppressive plans. They're meeting strong resistance in the halls of Congress, global protests, city councils, police departments, t

• Language: English
• Publisher: Koldbluhded
• Release date: Oct 9, 2020
• ISBN: 9781958956182

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BattleRhymes Volume 9 - Pandemic Tales of an Election Rhyme #1

All y’all about is makin idle bitch ass threats like y’all some fucKKKas to sweat all afraid You keep runnin ya bitch ass mouth unchecked y’all gon find yo self wrecked & waylaid Better tell ya head goosesteppin bitch he gon get shot on a pitch & we comin to get paid All ya wanna impose is some we’ll send ya back to slavery prose like our rights strayed If y’all weren’t so fucKKKin retarded then ya wouldn’t have started a course that frayed Somehow ya won’t be happy until some wet nurse is ya mammy & we aren’t y’all maid Lookin fo someone to tell ya that ya behavior is accepted & left unprotected without aid Ya fixin to get dealt wit in da last solution cause Rasputin gon get all y’all cut & filleted Enough wit tryin to be a 10, da 80’s been over fo a grip on hands of Big Ben in braids Not here to be ya Cyrano cause y’all can’t figure out a thing by ya self yo tryin to get laid Tryin a bullshit series of congratulations knowin ya complications don’t warrant a parade Never up to task, now y’all can get in line to kiss our ass, & we know ya can’t make da grade Time to kill ya bigoted roaches dead but Black Flag is ova ya head so we’ll settle on raid #TTST

Rhyme #2

Somehow ya divide & conquer plan in ya mind supposed to be a scam to get all naked Somewhere a little blue pill found ya dead boy’s madam ill & now ya chomo case made Da pleas of guilt will float up to a hilt cause fo prison ya not built to be a thing but caked All da future hopes just went up in smoke as ya gon get soaked in years broke & baked Too many frequent flyer miles on Lolita Airlines gon result in mo than fines that ya faked Worse than a timeshare on da Bohemian Grove ya gon get cooked on a stove all flaked Should’ve used a basic ID check before ya statutory rape sex would’ve all been braked Da Jane Doe filin from which you’ve been revilin will leave ya rapey ass all pancaked No one gets away wit it, now both you & Prince Andrew enhanced interrogations waked Thinkin wit a wee little peter gonna leave ya chemical castration cleaner as it’s staked Over a fresh set of hot fucKKKin coals fo all y’all assholes will see all y’all freshly raked Might make a run fo da Potomac case we know it that ya won’t ever be found in a lake Complain all ya want wit ya faKKKe bible photo op but nowhere were ya eva forsaked #TTST

Rhyme #3

To date no one knows why ya fucKKKin ass’s even here, so bein clear ya shouldn’t exist Here come da consequences fo ya false pretenses cause ya thought we couldn’t resist Chasin ya down like da animal ya are gets us marks above da highest bar as we persist Ya nothin but a chomo bitch in an ill fittin suit, actin credit rich, & uncouth tryin to consist Goin out like ya homie Epstein while no one collects ya corpse on da scene wit da list Everyone knows whatcha did & from da face of da planet we will rid ya while ya pissed Fade away in a thick Atlantic fog might get lost in a bog due to an unyieldin patch of mist So many morbid scenarios fo ya portly braggadocio leavin ya out in da cold by any gist So far off target & you’ll see how hard death get wit no eulogy cause ya won’t be missed No need fo a red herrin or shockin reveal as we all know ya did da deal wit no plot twist From here on out it’ll be proven beyond a reasonable doubt that ya sold out & we dissed Since ya like unwanted contact so much by a non consensual touch, now ya get frisked Won’t get off fucKKKin easy, ya old man sleazy, watchin ya get maced & clubbed by fist #TTST

Rhyme #4

Look at where ya at now as you’ll neva be there again livin like a cow in da pen up here Watchin time slowly unwind all ya unsolved crimes & yer mindset is real fucKKKin clear Gonna play like ya all innocent despite it bein real evident ya good Nazi actin like Speer Before ya sent off to da gallows we’ll make sure there’s no cyanide swallows wit ya tear Ya gon get real damn desperate lookin fo a stand up fall guy content wit not bein near Da end of ya goosesteppin drama cause we’re not fond of ya is lookin to pull up da rear It won’t take much time fo things to change in da prison jumpsuit range in under a year Ya gon be real scared cause ya fucKKKin dared to see how lies fared devoid of any fear

When ya get convicted there’ll be no complaints of how it’s scripted as we all gon fleer From basic human decency ya left without any regency while da world saw ya on a veer It’ll be our collective voice you’ll hear without choice wit da fresh madness up in ya lil ear Tried to take it up a notch to find out ya plan was botched under our watch usin our gear Yes ya gon get permanently labeled because ya would fuck animals in a stable to a jeer #TTST

Rhyme #5

Tried to debauch da entire world in ya sick ass squash & we hurled ya posh til ya jump Egocentric narcissistic piece of fucKKKin chomo cheesedick leasin schmo wit no pump Time fo da planet to get outta ya fucKKKin habit of ya silly gambit & take ya to da dump Even Quasimodo wonderin how da hell ya go off & disrespect Richard III’s odd lil hump Even if ya develop an incurable case we’re gon laugh up in ya face when ya get a lump Get driven over at high speed recitin a creed to not do da deed as we roll ova ya bump Hopin on quarter & shelter as ya disorder runnin helter skelter wit a case of Nazi mumps Losin support in all demographics leadin to ya bigly panic gettin pulled out by its stump No one cares how ya look as ya goose gets cooked in a photo from bein booked, frump Get angry as ya lil dead heart can muster as all ya words are duster bluster by a grump If you’d work as much as ya watch TV maybe ya could see we gon be free from ya rump Even wit bad calls full in ya favor no one will put up wit ya behavior not even a robo ump Stupid is as stupid does is credo fo a hero now it’s a zero cause ya dumber than Gump #TTST

Rhyme #6

Since ya can’t be intelligent I’m gon be belligerent sans any intent of keepin words clean Dishin out hella shit minus permits chillin like a hermit wit Kermit doesn’t mean I’m mean Even at birth 45 had wideload girth in excess of his worth while seekin out all that’s lean Tried to act like a damn educator wit a broken shell brain in an incubator lost by a dean Still dumb as fucKKK & he’s shit outta luck while muckrakers muck crushin his lil ol bean Somewhere in his deterioratin DNA is irregular RNA inflatin a regular moron in his genes Stated he was smarter than da intelligence community wit an impunity neva before seen If he’s so smart then he would’ve stayed off da phone from da start but blabbed like a teen His ego is a danger to national security cause from his natural insecurity he can’t wean Bouncin from failure to fuckup comparin his Putin loyalty like a suckup waitin to careen Workin real hard on a series of coverups fo treasonous acts Buttercup already foreseen Dirtier than a lot lizard’s mouth goin off shift we can already decrypt what he can’t glean Maybe if he takes a few mo hard hits in da field he’ll just yield after losin his ol spleen #TTST

Rhyme #7

He fails wit his propaganda team’s fake news Quest fo the Holy Grail & comin up short Da fucKKKa acts like gashlightin proxy wars is what he’s here fo as some sorta lil sport Kool-Aid ain’t that good fo hem hawin illiterati to be slack jawin they yokel ass support Literally da dumbest fucKKKas in every fucKKKin room leadin to doom wit a full consort Their twisted belief is if they hate as much as 45 it’ll change their lives in a quick contort Got a full flytrap goin as da rest of us knowin they worth less than they owin wit comfort At this point da only solution fo em is to storm monster truck forums & build a damn fort They can’t move west to encroach on Indigenous lands to infest manifest in a new port Never dignify da magnitude of situations as they have occupational ignorance to purport Only build things up to steal them down wit emotional sippy cups all around fo rapport Everythin redacted due to a protracted lie crafted just fo this special falsified ass report Anglin fo weekends on da lake regardless of da lives at stake so they’re tied to a resort Startin mo than they can ever finish impartin idiocy only to diminish their tries to retort #TTSS

Rhyme #8

Da level of desperation hit its all time high considerin all da politricks they try & assume As a casual observer of their attempt to conserve is an abomination creation I presume Da only thing that matters to them is tryin to lock people up in debt makin em consume In a hurry to keep people obedient wit all they can’t afford expediently onboard resume Tightly in a pod or under a mattress keepin people awake like a clod all over a legume Still haven’t discovered a formula that covers bullshit wit any legit puffer of a lil perfume Like da pharaohs of old this era dies off cold due to all da ignorance we all can’t entomb Maybe when da implosion is over aliens will stand over what’s left of our societal plume Thieves want a world unregulated from scams as all da rest see flim flam & totally fume Marshmallow 45 still sellin that bulljive da rejecticon hive leaves behind nada to exhume Speak nice & slow yet da damn fools still don’t know what remotes show mutin volume Still hopin da fugazi subway token remains outspoken fo their dumbass try to subsume

No need to shop as they can be their favorite prop in their financed Halloween costume #TTSS

Rhyme #9

Watchin a loomin disaster pick up its pace movin even faster wit folks plastered on a trip MuthafucKKKas Against Dem Dumbasses need to offer mo classes or da world’s a rip This is da worst case scenario from da damn scarecrow tryin to rock a deep o candy flip Nowhere will this result in beneficial outcomes as only some will be left wit enough to tip This is da section of history no one will go over in detail cause most failed & they’ll skip Somehow a TV network presented a moron fo office & it cost us our chance to be hip Somewhere in a series of sound bytes idiots were delighted by a rewind of a dumb clip Under cognitive review there’s serious change comin due & those opposed get a fat lip 100% unsophisticated wit progress left unappreciated is da world deflated by a 45 drip Can’t manage not to get it wrong while in an unearned swan song leavin us all in a dip Not much room left to fall off waitin on a COVID-19 cough across da room fo its lil slip Cooked up a way to fuck up da Census so da appropriations reppin us fade out to a zip On reality there can’t be congeniality or we’ll all be left wit a finality we simply can’t grip #TTSS

Rhyme #10

Electin an incompetent fucKKKin moron is an implied mortal sin & it happens to be eight In a short period of time all his lies have accomplished are real broken ties fulla his hate Took us from a future of prosperity to a lack of clarity on true parity in a mad twisted fate A course correction after trillions misspent without economic sense appears a little late His portly ass can’t afford gas to transport his brass so he somehow avoids all da freight It might be time to play like a box & get da fuck outta these crocks in a small COD crate There’s no bigger moron in this nation than his motley congregation fulla damn ingrates Y’all yell at a child over a mask & a grown ass man would beat y’all ass when ya berate Everyone of y’all ass musta failed science class or got a pity pass to only go complicate People who understand things outside ya realm of damn shams y’all should appreciate Somehow y’all left wit impressions brains are an evil possession & y’all wanna innovate This isn’t a game of clue wonderin what people will do as we all know whom to implicate Listen to mo than a moron in ya disinformation circle since verbal will totally delineate #TTSS

Rhyme #11

Early on some referenced da legionnaires & now science confirms COVID-19’s in da air Science is about concentric circles as deniers will gurgle while intubated wit a lil bit of flair Seein da results of da propa use of scientific method to some makes fo an intrepid pair In a double helix spiral some would stand at da top while a weak crop makes not a stair Some want to change fates of da world while their lack of knowledge swirls cryin unfair Rockin a thin old series of plugs lookin sadder than a lil pack of pugs over havin no hair Knowledge can be shared but only if ya cared to understand how not to be an old spare Prêt à porte isn’t a department store forte despite a mad dash foray seekin stuff