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HEY THERE I’M FRANK. BLATANTLY AVERAGE THE WAY THAT I CARRY THE SAME FUCKING
ASSONANCE SOUND ENTIRELY TOO LONG YET NOONE TAKES ME TO TASK FOR GETTING AWAY WITH THIS CRAP.
I’M AN HABITUAL PAIN IN THE ASS, LIKE PLAYING WITH BLACK DILDOS, LAST NAME IS PALANZA BUT YOU CAN ONLY ADDRESS ME LATELY AS CHAMP[!!!]
ARE YOU READY TO LET ME KMOW ITS GETTING REPETITIVE YET? DONT BURY YOUR HEADS, SAY YES AND EXPRESS IT WITH EVERY BREATH IN YOUR CHEST.
I’LL NEVER BE BETTER THAN LARS, BUT IVE FINALLY DISCOVERED HOW HE WAS RHYMING IN HIS YOUNGER DAYS SO NOW I TRY IT TO MY FULLEST.
I MIGHT HAVE OVERDONE IT BUT GUYS I JUST LOVE HIM FOR THIS! THERES NOTHING DESCRIPTIVE OR GOOD WITHIN IT, BUT JUST LOOK AT THE MILLION SOMETHING MULTIES I DID — YOU AINT FUCKING WITH THIS[!!!]
TIME FOR A COMMA TO EMPHASISE, EVERY RHYME, TO CATCH THEIR EYE, I NEVER SWITCH IT UP AND I DONT GIVE A FUCK IF IT MEANS I STRETCH MY LINES.
WHEN IM WRITING FUCK A MEANINGFUL STORY, CAUSE IVE MULTIES THAT ASSURE ME THEY WILL LEAD ME TO GLORY [!!!]
ALL I CARE ABOUT IS STARING DOWN AT A PAGE FULL OF RHYMES, TAKING DAYS AT TIME FORNICATING OVER MAKING IT RHYME —EIGHT BILLION TIMES!!!
IT ISNT WAY NEAR ENOUGH TO SATISFY MY INSATIABLE LUST IN THIS LABOUR OF LOVE UNTIL IM CONSIDERED THE GREATEST TJERE WAS.
THE FACT IS WHEN MY ENEMIES LOOK BACK THEN THEYLL REMEMBER THIS
FUCK CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT, ITS RHYME PATTERNS IN YOUR SENTENCES THAT MATTER AND WILL GET YOU WINS. FAGGOTS IM THE BEST THERE IS[!!!]
THE TOPICAL CHAMP, WANTING TO CRAM AS MANY RHYMES AS I POSSIBLY CAN
OFF ON A TANGENT BETWEEN COMMAS AT RANDOM WITH NO LOGICAL ANSWER AS TO THE SPOTS THAT THEY LAND—WHAT DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?!
AINT NOONE BOTHERED WITH THAT ANYWAY AS LONG AS IT RHYMES. PUSSY YOU TRYNA FIND SUBSTANCE AMONGST THIS? MUST PICKED THE WRONG FUCKING GUY[!!!]
I RHYME SO HARD, BEFORE I EVEN TRY TO START WRITING BARS I SLEEPWALK ROUND MY APARTMENT, LIGHTS IN DARKNESS, RIFLING GARBAGE
TRY MY HARDEST TO FIND DISCARDED JAGGED OBJECTS I CAN SLICE MY ARMS WITH
TIME TO CARVE INTO MY SKIN AN OVER ELABORATE SCHEME WITH NO TANGIBLE MEANING OR PASSIBLE THEME JUST NONSENSICAL BULLSHIT RAMBLING IT SEEMS YET I CANNOT BE BEATEN, FRANKS CHAMP FOR A REASON/ABSOLUTE GENIUS. BEEN UP TO BAT THE WHOLE SEASON, CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW EASY IT IS FOR ME TO ACTUALLY BEAT SOMEONE WITHOUT A MASTERS DEGREE IN HOW TO CARRY A SCHEME BITCH[!!!]
YOU DONT RHYME ENOUGH, INSERT MANDATORY NEW YORK REFERENCE LINE I PLUCKED FROM MY ASS WHILE YOU TROUBLED YOURSELF WRITING UP SOMETHING SEMI-COHERENT ONLY TO FIND IT SUCKS BY THE TIME IM DONE. BITCH I JUST WON DOING NOTHING CREATIVE, YOU CAME UNSTUCK AGAINST GREATEST - FUCK IT WE MAY AS WELL ALL TYPE OUT SWEET NOTHINGS WITH CADENCE, PUSSIES YOU AINT SHIT! FRANKS NOTHING TO PLAY WITH, A RHYME COLOSSUS, THE FINAL BOSS IN WRITING TOPICS WITH MINDLESS NONSENSE. THIS GUYS A PROBLEM. TRYNA STOP THIS IS AN UNENVIABLE TASK, OF NEVER ENDING FAGGOTRY THAT LENGTHENS AS IT TRANSFERS FROM ONE SENTENCE TO THE LAST.
THE PEN THATS IN MY HAND FEELS LIKE EXCALIBER IS CLASPED TENSELY IN MY GRASP WITH EVERYTHING I HAVE —FINGERS TENTATIVELY WRAPPED, AROUND ITS HELM AS I DETACH THE WEAPON FROM ITS SHAFT, OUT FOR VENGEANCE FROM THE LAST TIME I WAS MENTIONED IN THE MAG[!!!]