Boss Linguist

[CopyPat]

Sink in my cot, pajamas, drinking an Arnold Palmer. Thinkin about ya momma and my dink is Barack Obama. (all Schicked there’s not a..visible hair on it). I’m a tall drink of water, you a single drop aquatic. I’m all things Nevada, spittin all exotic. The All England. Proper-Form English talker. Boss linguist, often bored with you yawners. I’m autistic, off the board as an author. It’s called sickness, call support from the doctor. Ya’ll bitches just politicians in office, it’s all business, always sit on my caucus. Copy brimming with confidence cause I’m bringin the hottest shit. The single most competent constantly killing these consonants. Positively nukin ya neurons. Vomiting, I’m pukin out neutrons. All mc’s minute when they do songs. Ecology: I’m huger than Groupon. My quality through the roof and I’m too gone, like astrology when I shoot for a new star. I’m hardly what you usually view dog, commodity, my product is juice raw. Stronger than the shot of a foosball professional when I’m all up in ya follicles, goofball.. I’m stressin you. Hair fallin out on some old grey persistence. Dare call me out, get ya Rogaine subscription. My whole brain is sickness, ya whole face is missin(shout to wise ways, I’m bout to rhyme strange) when I flow straight emissions, like propane conditions. The O.J. of Simpsons, when I penetrate a squirter; I don’t pay attention and just get away with murder. I elevated further than the state of Colorado, the renegade with verses: I just make it hard to follow.