Netcees - Riding The Muzzle Hate Wagon

Riding The Muzzle Hate Wagon

Staggering masturbation of lowdown hustlers chiming in chitchat while busting asses, slacken any tasteful tactics.
Haggling, chuckling, writing the smack talking train; whack ass crown wearing stallions be attacking this bait.
Providing a foolproof spoof, lacking subsiding rates; staring at your frown, grumbling at your distrustful hate.
Dragging crack spores of your fast actin reciprocation from you're sliding aside of the gates that are widening for you whores.
Why you still cry and moan for why I should award you with the according smack down, while your gagging, lack of rhymes wait.
Don't adore the one who has the floor, but rumples of your whack bars are all ajar; this is why your irate ass whines with haste.
Cracking jokes is never done, rapscallion; battalions be winning medallions based on traits writing with snuck distaste.
Who can clown the hardest while not falling down laughing until they urinate in their night gown.
Its a passing thing, humiliation amongst the evolving isolation of online 'lyrical writers', frightening your sound.
While you bitten my style, yo cousin waits for your posts, then they rate you, irritating the whole town.
Asses be waiting for a smack down, flown from the crowned King of nothing… poking fun at your siding of flow'as.
Lyrical drowning pools are funneled for anything, waiting for a mumbling fool to be pummeled;
Fatten up that brain, fool. Hesitate less and generate renown, instead of hating and begging to drown.

The Muzzl3 is a puzzle: is a riddle, is a joke.
@dead baby @Split