you incorrigible novice- did u think u could swim with sharks?,
been known to defeat rappers before the battle starts,
followed by a gracious hug. and permission to write epitaph if their grave unmarked.
not amused,by your weekend musings; your weak-ass music,
tehehehe, "my pretty", i find witch-craft useful,
for interrupting meditations while u studying energy fluctuations,
soon u be the posterboy for spontaneous internal combustion cases..
a paradox, riding on my enemies while providing water for 3rd world nations
..causing you ruinous damage; ravaging your stupidest banter,
i'm the kind of guy who would start a bidding war if knew the cure for cancer,
i've asked you so many questions and you haven't provide an answer,
tiny dancer. you libelous slimy necromancer!
yo, with my gift-for-gab, we could go tit for tat- u could call me a "rhyming santa",
with Much Ease, my talent seem to increase,
as i calculate the Kilojoules It Takes these rookies to contemplate syllables
..i generate pulsating binaural sounds; repairing your aura so u can sleep sound
(you can thank me later),
as i duly pay my respects
iremind u i'm a tad greater,
rhyme battles i crack craniums; i'm that radiant,
"freedom for your Soul",but you're not readyyet,
here's a topic, i hand crayons, to dumb idiots,
i weave secrets in my threads like strong filaments,,
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