Mega Faggot Flex keystyle

[Mitch]

I plunder sarcophagus's, shuffling the odds up with an abacus,
honor the obelisk monolith and master the magistrates,
martyr the offerings and castrate the wenches,
wallow in water with the witches, float or sink, either way you die today,
but i can switch your epitaph with a written poem, instead of unholy bitch,
i wanna sell my soul for sex,i wanna help the sorcerers
coax satan out the abortion clinics so he can help me roll this boulder quicker.
my shoulders cold as liquor sipped from springs that froze in winter,
my boys are sicker, you got no poise, a kid with no voice, im sicker
than aids, you need a big band-aid on your face, my mans played, a disgrace,
and his hoes ham, scraped off the plate, for the dogs,
reintroduce yourself as a faggot who fondles possums and gayfish like kanye,
while naked for gobbling grapes and gulping up paste that they pulpitate,
you suck cock all day, ill satisfy you with a giant lightning rod that shocks
all things in your body promptly making your booty loosen largely.
ill come at you with my cock bae, all over your cosplay,i go hard as my cock be when its throbbing in your mom, deep, raw dogging her godly,
toss her like laundry.
for 30 minutes ill burp the realest words you kids has heard,
accept you're worthless, im the final version of human, ill hurt you
like uma thermonn sipping sherm, with poisoned q tips
that ill shoot from a full clip, clueless you'll trip and fall,
then ill rip your balls off and swing them at any trigga fing or brawla,
abort the plans as im picking off your forward men with a wrecking ball swung from my legs as i transform into mega fag the king of cock, son.
ill fill my sock with your balls and pelt civilians,
ill melt your children in an oven and then serve them with shellfish.
i wear skirts like a keltic, cus ima woman, word, ima be out this,
change channels like skirts when im going out for,
the night, im lightskinned but never burned by the sun cus i like it,
i singe my fingers with my curling iron cus the burn kindles my spirit,
then i spank myself with a frying pan, while i pander
to satan who whispers me secrets
about killers and creeps that think im cool,
cus im chill like its winter, in a pool
that froze over while you were dozing in it,
im so legit yet im a poser with a knock off prada purse,
my second hand knock off maserati was worth
2 grande when i bought it first, still i throttle fast,
do donuts outside your house and blow kisses while your momma claps,
shes so thick that i gotta grab the hips, if not to tap,
to stick my fingers in her salty flabs.
i just wish she would call me back,
after i hit it she farts and her bulge collapse,
she tries to suck up her stomach but her boobs absorb the act,
engorge, and blast warm milk, but it felt euphoric lapping
it up from the floor with class, while talking on my cordless,
rapping about foreign cash accounts and porshes i cant afford yet
through short breathed gasps of orgiastic endorphin flooded focus fastened
to her gorgeous ass is it bounced around in glorious grace,
i wanted more than a taste but my boner exploded, a waste.