[Mr. J]

I send a fleet out to conquest, outnumber anyone & proceed south
dont leave a camp settlement until every settler bleeds out
I see clouds, I see storms that rain blood more than tears..
if change makes sense than my thoughts couldnt afford the ears
afford the ears? yea homey like you couldnt get corn at KFC
my drive thru order came through sounding like alien speech
Im [nsane on the weekends but during the week Im Mr Clean
I massage my nuts as my foot pulls back & proceeds to kick your spleen
thats nonsense this is nonsense, Im a keyboard without a conscious
Ima seahorse without an ostrich this is my telepathic sausage