whatevski's
Wise’s sig needs some major poon again. My rhymes is sick I say the flu and spit vaginas clits and labias too, it stinks. I’m rabies and croup with spits, invading ya nucleus. I came in a future ship with alien fusion kits to basically neuter kids of their anciently fruitless scripts. The faithfully ruthless kid..smashing. Amazingly stupid with rapping. How lame can you groupies get? Laughing, cause you ain’t in a movie but acting. I stay to the truest exactly, never claimed to be shooting or stabbing. But my brain’s a bazooka I’m flattering. And not with praise, in the booth I am shattering. The greatest to do this? Well actually nay, but I do it just casually. Played with the music and dabbled away. Created amusement and that was the way I came to be super. Relax, it’s okay. The latest and newest of Pat is a page of the craziest coolest paragraphical phrase. The zaniest, you just act like u cray, but baby I lose it when rappin this way
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My syllable count approximately a billion, bounce. You cannot compete.
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