THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[gitto138]

Yo yo yo dexterlab that flex you had
No No No i guess you mustered up a drake "you mad"
Ho ho ho.. Now while im slouched over my porch with
a pouch a weed to be torched, im bout to lean on this, dork,pork
whatever chops, you gettin dwarfed, smurf, mark my words,
You murked, morphed into a stinking turd, world, midget, give us
a twirl,twist, flick of a wrist, nigga you in a mist of raw bliss,
ill draw fists, just give me the lead and pad in the gauntlet,
You want crisp, heres fried potatoes, say hi to Sinead o Conor,
and goodbye tomato products, i made a promise, but
honestly the irony of having to find a piece to nail upon ya
has changed, and the hate mail in you inbox has been framed,
You a dangerous character, activity has become blatantly amateur
you on the meth lab, with a vacancy tainted but armoured, not even your own soul could embark and be basically hampered, to a place to be phantomed, a phenomenon, prone to be mainly in Central parts of the quadrant