THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Mitch]

My level is like a shovel fashizzle cus like... it digs stuff, just like you, cus you're like a dog, and your girl is a big slut, your worlds are mixed up, switching and sitting on car hoods on corners where the coroners never to far to save some carbon, your atmosphere is sluggish, ill burn the ants before they bump into my garbage, you're rubbish, like pennys. Rub on your titties. Go on and get me some groceries, you're to grose to me, we need some space to relate. Time equations with space mathematics, durations, stop hating.
My durability agility is a facility, can't get with me without key cards fingerprints in the small box, talk codes and space wires in the outtro, mechanical download yourself home trapped in a cellphone, till the bell tone beep beep on the button pad, come back in redimensional cellular replace, no retrace on the bodily Dna, keep connected. Forget the landline, aerowaves in the spacetime continueing damn fine.