Originally Posted by david stern razor burns
The realest droppin these sentences, as ill as hospital clinics. Ya writtens not what’s considered fresh, the philosophical difference is my shit is proper meticulous logic within the text. Fondle the alphabet, constantly kilin it. Naughty, I keep it always consistent wet, body’n lyrics you only conjugal visited. I’m gone when I hit select, and properly build a thread. I’m not even in my head. I’m off in some cottage, my villa, just bought it, it sits on the top of this hill amidst tropical villages. The thought of it tingles my oblongata fa rizzle. It’s obvious how little you could possibly spit correct. While I’m hocking the sickest strep, and talkin like syphilis in dis bitch. In particular the innards of my rhythms are venomous. I-specifically, applied it liberally friends. So consider it giving, I guess I’m kind of a generous guy in the end of it. Ridiculous internet butt-rape when I’m flowing. I flickr’d her twitter, duck-faces were groaning. Fuck Facebookers posting, your entries are junk. Faithlessly posing with selfies is bunk. I made this symposium to tell everyone my greatness is growing, I’m trending, I’m up. Jealousy? None, forget it, I’ve done incredibly better than every-one. Competitors run cause I’m levels above. An elevator to my residence couldn’t even get on my rung. You just aren’t clever enough to get on my stuff. My percentages with letters is unmeasurable, son. Plus the penmanship is excellence; I’m deft with the touch. Professional stumping, your heads will get spun. Cause perfection is something I’ve already done. I’m all of the above, when the question is who the best is. And I’ll always be 1, the rest is infinite second. Yes this is a flex, bitch, best give it a rest. I expressed it in a sentence with expressed written consent.
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