[Mr. J]

Boy my style is that Yeah Pie, yours is looking like Bukkake.
I stuff peaches & cherries, while there are layers to you getting frosted fruitcake

pussy come get ya tubes laced or play the wall like a dental dam
ya whole future is spermicide from the occasional circle jerk sense of fam.

ya whole rhyme scheme is fucked & ya lines are wack as shit...we know.
truth is only time someone will call you commercial, is to show the benefits of cannabis on chemo.

this toy will bring that talk to an end, so stop thinking you acting real.
one peep and Ill knock off that top with Ms & crack you open like a Happy Meal.

now get outta here kid, or you can see what this style does.
you dont have the connection to land lines you always getting tuned out like dial up

I could grab the tool & spark & leave this sucker heated like a blacksmith
problem is you used to getting led on, ya whole career is basically being catfished