Godly complexion is simply divine
After all, I write and I rhyme
Spit with a muscular cortex defined
Equipped with bazooka make me suspect to crime
Correct
I object and reject the flow you enshrine
I'm not saying I'm down as fuck
Just saying you got no spine
I free abominably
Speak consciously
Think sub-par but stroke comas key'd
Drop bombs for peace
Auschwitz and Naga- sake I drink
I mean, I spit and you think
I write while you spit
You spit as I come off the top of my tongue
I'm so far ahead I'm a toupee attatched
Tickle jabs in your girls abs as she laughs
Dick her down til her gown's on the ground
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JESODIST
I see u