[theMuzzl3]

record starts spinning, and you start spitting out nonsensical gibberish
you spit it so exquisitely that your tongue ties into a knot, like a silverfish.
Blue, ripped and specifically bored, the young crowd fires into your spinsterish
clots of trying to form sentences. Torn up, your dung spills more retarded dishes
of words that don't make any sense. A non-sensical genius
is about the spinous armor, and you, sir, are without success
in that department. Start parting words from phrases and do the opposite.
And soon you will graduate netcee's college and be able to hang with it.