THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Mr. J]

feeling mixed up as a stranger in a strange land.
where fertility is based on a Faith dance.
when you wake up you realize them eggs hatched.
a side of potatoes & 3 prime cuts of bacon..
you cant imagine how my cheddar's been aging
if they wine about it, Ill dry em out when the 9 is what Im raisin...
remember, it dont matter where our trails mix
you must have heard how I put it down like mayo bitch
let us make it clear, Ill cauliflower your ear.
youll turn into a vegetable before the end of the year
you can get crisped or chipped in that potato bag
or however you like your potatoes lad.
I send my well wishes to the big tippers.
kids looking up to me like Im the big dipper.
the dead grass builder & the twig ripper.
rock pounding, sparks flaring, make a wish ginger
I smoke on that mary and act like a professor
your upper body redder than a red sweater.
how am I gonna keep talking to you bed wetters.
if you sick with the bars I hope that you get better...
if you sick with the bars...I hope that you get better...