[Mr. J]

the horror has stepped in.
reprimanded with questions
it sets in...
the murderous henchmen
the shortchanged investments
Im ticked....Big Ben.
Im at my wits end..period.
end sentence.
misjudgments & memorabilia
with nuggets in the paraphernalia
laughing at your raps listening to Iggy Azalea
when you write nonsense they begin to hate on ya
after 4 months start enforcing the rules.
swimming in flows with dorsal fins to move.
some Fishscale & a purple tape for you
practice your Kung Fu I hustle that Stephen Chow
full moon proves its another lovely evening out.
when the odds against you its better to even out.
say a prayer & put those pieces down.
the shit you dream about but keep leaving out.
Im napkin tucked pulling all nighters
my top let back, beat down low if the walls wired.
behind car exhausted, up front...yall tired.
I brainstorm under grey clouds like Eeyore
Im the bomb bitch....C 4...
Krispy Kreme store steady moving them Os
Krispy Kreme flow.....Im causing them woes...
obsession with syntax, irritated Syzlak.
I pee freely with my aim intact.
a Socialist windbag speaking pig latin into a gym bag
where my nitwits at? watch em go tit for tat.
that makes sense....liquid gas