[Mr. J]

I found the ripple between the sound of whistles
Ill tear you off your high horse & take a mountain with you
how do you sound so dismal? Wait for the ground to hit you
have a nice trip, leave your flow literally drowning with you
I'm downing pixels, eating fruits like I came with the Mrs.
my Pentium processor is vicious, your lifes fictitious ..
a lack of commitment that blends in with a potential witness
yes your honor, I'm guilty of being so narcissistic
plus I'm livid, a figment of the imagination that's twisted
not shaken, holding your world together like a television stand
the elephant man, hidden behind a sheet and racial remarks
you ain't seen shit until your facial departs..