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[Mr. J]

Gondola, carry them up to this level & then call back
leave a message where you crawl at, get your jaw snapped
Crocodile skin wrestling in the outback, trailing off facts.
hesitant to fall back, let that echo bang like a palm clap.
you call this combat, Im overqualified to you wombats.
shits gone south a long time ago so I blame age now.
bodies get laid out, heads better stay down ducking stray rounds.
that shit redundant though, kill that shit with a redundant flow.
make it stutter quotes, blasting numbers til you taken in the undertow.
ya crew cluckers know, Ku Klux Juxtaposed, white wave, another ghost...
ya suckers surfs up, so hop off the board, go cook a verse up.
compare it to my worst stuff & play hard to get when the works done.
kick a jelly belly to the curb, done. mild mannered diversions.
awkward encounters over every minute & every hour.
bring that dark edge to topple the ivory tower, easily devoured.
regurgitated & spat back, what you call work is basic, half assed.
got ya best friends saying ya thoughts a 10 knowing you a 6...mad
hat all twisted trying to throw squads up, study the karma.
the blow back, the slow clap & dark suits loading that car up.
jelly rolled & harmless searching the couch for potato chips DVR paused...
what....?
theres fucking cheetoh stains in the carpet..
who the....?