Breakfast food
 

The mindstate of kevorkian having intercourse with a couple horses pullin porches I don't support shit. An ordered hitman who'll kill you with a broken wrench and his upmost favorite method is torture by the pen. This is where it all starts to end.

IM NOT ORDERING MY FRIEND.
STEP BACK OR GET TACKED WITH A STAPLE GUN. AINT THIS FUN? YOU WANNA RAZOR HUN. DANG UR DUMB. YOULL GET SLAIN N HUNG.

..at the tippy top. I'm trippy doc. Satin suite sags and slouches over itty bitty socks. Machine gun steady and ready for fools who flip n flop. Grip the mop.

It's blood buckets you suckas disgusting I think nothing of it
If you could see what I've stuffed in ovens you fuckas frontin saying you the shit when you know you wasn't.

Better suited for the cypher. Kind of reads like a really watered down Wise Ways type of verse. None of the content was interesting enough, and the rhymes weren't crazy enough to buoy the verse. Read some more! You have potential!

Thanks for the read!