Netcees - ignore me, im bored

Just doing a wack keystyle over the winter break
she wanna rump, i give it to her raw like a dinner steak
I know this medium well - brand u w/ the iron, I'm tony starkin em
never muff dive on a butterface, i don't eat margarine
tongue makin her body shake, say 'that's only parkinsons'
one look at that armor meant i was goin out w/ the loaded armaments
Start sending shots & they wanna hug it out on some clinching shit
That adam's apple don't fall far from the tree when I lynch a bitch
I'll serve up a fruitcake and rob him for every inch of his riches
When you see me with that stollen bread it's just a christmas tradition
a bomb ready to blow, on cam ticking like billie eilish
when the eagles go off it'll have her up on the pole w/ the philly riots
She seem crass, she want the D bad, I'm eager to beat fast
I'll just lick my fingers and aim for the hole like I'm steve nash
Get a few drinks in the chick, she start flirting and wanna toss
Taco bell condiments - makin jokes & sayin how hot I am on the sauce
yall been recycling bars for 2 decades and hoes will actually quote em
your verses look like they from '03 cuz that's when you wrote em
but I am sinacog's left nipple hair, flapping in the breeze on a breezy day
I am sinacog's cheese, soft-ripened cow's milk like a brie cheese
The panini sandwich in the kitchen, toasted on ciabatta bread
I am the ciabatta bread being toasted on the panini sandwich, burning
I taught a logical course on tautological tautologies
The ronin katana slices into in my deep seeded fears
For all intensive purposes deciding whether to climb the former or the ladder
When the storm comes it will be stormy and bleak, taken by storm
I am sinacog's brain, brainstorming a perfect storm stormingly
This is the calm before the storm

merry christmas fuckheads