[Mr. J]

Got my pen in hand, I'm kidding I'm in the chemists lab, making a feminist laugh over your feminine ass, if they send a jab I put a end to that, push em' over the edge where the ledge ends at, you'll hear a big bang, your spectrum collapsed, so until I jest the fact, how you add em' family? where's Uncle Fester at? I'm bendin' back til' my tendons snaps & my legs elapse to extend your grasp...while you scramble over cliff notes looking for bridge quotes, that's it though, I'm at your chest, Kali Maaaa, treatin' your heart like a game of volleyball & that's the folly y'all, I'll end the route & put the gun to my head...temple of doom, I resemble a noose while I weave the end into loops, extend the use, project a muse to affectionate use, then reduce sentimental value, as it cycles in I just peddle through, the joy resembles youth, a mind without proper mental use, & I was just being gentle to...