quick 12

[Just Write]

Not a slave to opposition, watch me slay the competition/
Those who lame n talkin shit get dropped n tossed inside a lake to swim with fishes/
You the fakest type of bitches catch a fade with razor blades n pistols/
Im amazing plain and simple, attractin dames w thick frames and major dimples/
I spit game n blame my issues on mistakes ive claimed to make me "miss you"/
Till the bitch sucks me off with no condom on with edible lube n lots of tissue/
The devilish dude to all you christians, ive brought the clues that you've been missin/
Nothings true you're all in prison, in your mind's the proof but only you can find the fiction/
With rhymes i might be gifted, just wait if i get time to write and go the distance/
I might explode and blow existence into a black hole from these prose and showy lipids/
colder then costco's frozen lockers, smooth as liquid, hotter than the hole where satans pitted/
It's just jokes im only kiddin but this kid is known to flow exquisite and you know he knows his business/



Out bitches.