[Mr. J]

If management had a minute they would ask this shit.
who is that kid? hes a rabbit out of a hat he just sat in it.
thought it was magic the way reproduction had to get.
needed a laminate of the schedule to see the span of this.
you got an inanimate love affair when you only get lap top.
only x you had was for the ad box, chill boy take the caps off
tell me how you loading your Mac huhh..well thats odd.
a flow you can jack off, you aint in my circumference, camelot.
got a hoe who a cam a lot, & love it when it come to back shots
homey shoot off at the mouth, send back shots, you had thought?
you had thought? nah....couldnt have had that thought..

homey this is a science that could leave you blinded.
reliving early records by samples that mix in the silence.
modern day appliance, the microwave ends timing...
beep, beep, beep, the rotation is complete, next assignment.
rearrange these vibrant colored patterns for alignment.
the ratio of it providing something worthwhile is quite lit.
a time capsule that times split, the memory of today & tomorrow.
who can praise the sorrow as soon as this base is swallowed.
you drank & swallowed so celebrate the futures fragrant bottle.
have another mixture of misguided conquest into convents.
the storm & the calmness, the orange in your moms breasts.
the growth that formed into broadness, play along or God bless.
because nun of ya philosophies can cause one to say probably.
you a pina colada peep, an apology, the one quoted in apostrophes
im an anomaly wrapped in a lot of beans, some sauce & cheese.
swimming the loch ness seas beneath the lake of forgotten dreams
you make people fall asleep split in half over where box will be.
you have ostrich feet that prevent you from being a prosthetic piece.
its quite impressive, I get it, you want to play big bird across the street.
woopty doo & all that, suckers would probably turn into fruity loop during combat.
send them back, they aint serial killers, they cereal killers.
& need some lucky charms, get at em early like fuck these bars
now where is that stereo filler while their casket bumps in park