[theMuzzl3]

Wanna tussle wit da muscular lyrics of theMuzzl3? Foo, u be eatin my rhymes like truffles,
while baffling over my subtle glee: of me decomposing ur words, into oblivion, G.
Don't plee to me; cuz I won't mumble, and dis Fuckin rumble inside me must stay Muzzled.
Consequensingly, I'm amused -- as I trifle ur style, u b struggling to find ur delirious equilibrium.

Chuckle wit guts as my lines hustle u, in2 obvilvin & u b reshufflin ur muddled puddles of rhymes.
Squeel & struggle, refine as u see passed da Idiom, don't point da mussel of yo gat at theMuzzl3;
cuz it'll backfire an u'll fumble, stumbling & crumpling into a clump a dirty bundle (lyrical slump)..
My phrases will bundle u up menacingly, attempt to stick u, head 1st: in a gum-ball machine,

but fuck it.. u got stuck. Whats dat repelling smell? Must have got scared & taken a dumping.
Chump, instead of goin all out wit this bout, lets just hug & cuddle. I Humbly represent Macro Fi.