THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Mr. J]

There is a masked man in the backyard of the graveyard
weaved into a lanyard, a yards length to the 8th brah...
guarding the queens bridge, a squadron of brave-hearts.
whatever is crossed is burnt, revenge is in a seance...
a voodoo doll with a broken arm & a vast puncture wound
who do you give your luncheons to? another buck or two
what it do? dont trust the truth over another busted tooth
get your bubbles popped in a blood bath with a rubber goose
bombaclot a boy, Pastor Troy with a spatula...
cat has 9 lives with 8 legs nicknamed tarantula
aisle 7 has a spill someone call the 65 yr old janitor
plus aisle 4 & 3 need assistance for 2 idiots, 1 Manager...
0 disgruntled employees for a few weeks, wow...
put the purse away & pull them rupees out.
Im smashing vases in a green suit, new town
the chickens is flying at me when they angry
them same kids living it up on the same street
forget 6 you gotta bury them around 8 feet
bury 10 on the 12th, kids from 14 to 16
drop out by 18 & focus on 20 bags & 22s
they 24 now but by 26 they got 28 kids..
some is friends but most are 30 year old adults
it was like them idiots were forming a cult
bunch a nerds worshiping the dark arts of the occult
I got a bad tooth that needs a break...kit kat...
a trip with Alice wondering where the trix at?
playing mismatch with a pistol with major kick back
Lazy Boy shuffle all the way out to the mix lab
my helmet needed a chin strap for that thick ass
another sick dab, bro Im where you get tripped at
listening to Riff Raff pleading the 5th over my 5th yak
get your wig clapped with encores & giftbags..
whiplash...shit mac, pit pat dig dag yim yam