Rhyme Battles with Kevin: Addiction


Addicted to drugs, or addicted to his face, dopamine in my brain, fast beating incoherent drums, to this it all comes, these pseudo scientific floods.


Dopamine overload, a super stimulus hits you. It feels limitless, the images reveal every face of the issue, but every face was his, drugged from the first moment he kissed you.


She tried to make it exist, every face should have been his, but which his would lift the mist, the one in front tryin’ to insist, as into the wall he slammed his fist.



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