[Mr. J]

This is spine snappin eyes gaspin on their dehydration
if my times lapsin Im laughin, cant you see I hate it...
time that is, I would hang it on a wall with 12 shots through it
you give out, at least your heart would, hours up, clock music
I dont flail a knife no more sometimes I swing a pendulum
your times up in the air, it doesnt make sense to heffalumps
Im dead & stunk of the finest deodorant known to Paul Bunyan
I break a household up, no domestic when I leave walls bust in
but when these balls rushin dont call on your local running back
you got QwarterZ back I thought that funny to come up with that
in fact these next few lines are me focusing on the next thought
thats pressure on your neck, soon as you & your legs drop...
I send shots to a group of ladies before I target you pussies
but its a synonym which makes sense, perfect for you pussies
I blend in Im nonchalant with my top hat & tuxedo
monocle on, swinging a cane like Mr Peanut, Im a eagle
no Im not Im a lion, getting by on my wife the cheetah
table split by an italian china woman, thats rice & pizza
I like the idea of wearing tubesocks while getting my shoes shined
I dont know why exactly but to me that helped me think of a new rhyme
no it didnt