I flow everything
The all sick flow-er like fallopian tubes
The long stick grower like Pinocchio do
I drop scripts bolder than the fonts in the news
That ya’ll trip over like ya poppin some shrooms
Yes I’m talkin to you, this incredibly simple
Never Doctor the truth, I ain’t Gregory Chrystal
The melody grips you as my rhythms commence
And allegedly sick dudes consider it fresh
The king of this text shit, sick as asbestos
But you kiddies expect it, so it didn’t get credit
Got meticulous methods, and continuous edits
And I’m bringin the heaviest lyrical evidence
Mineral sediments is how much you rockin
Ain’t enough considerable elements to drown out ya talkin
So count down the coffins, cause rappers get snuffed
Just bow wow, ya dogshit is crackin me up
I been absent a second but I'm back with a vengeance, with immaculate texting, and still the most massive of testes...bro. I'm actually defly dope, just casually wetting flows, while I'm gradually getting stoned, magically...head explodes! Better cancel the wedding pose because i done had every sexy ho, scantily clad and just getting boned on my mattress during the matri's and monial's. the master of ceremonies, master of Sarah moaning, commanding her pheromones until she badly needs serotonin. *fucked'er brains out* The best rapper in the territory... cause fuck the states rout. American Horror Story when I come from way south. I'm an arrogant very horny fuckin James Brown, on some various very hypnotic funky train sound..
haha. Wrote the first part, and basically keyed the second part for a cypher
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My syllable count approximately a billion, bounce. You cannot compete.
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