I Dont Know What To Write Vol. 1

[Mr. J]

Based on the standard delivered I bend & quiver
I tend to slivers using the blood to brush a slender figure
as the drink met the liver Im rejuvenated...
Im lying. Im used to waiting till last second to spew the basics
loose screw in basements, attics, my shoes are basic
I tend to pay less attention to the sole when spirits is down
the black widow spinning lyrics around. fearless with nouns
my verbs the dearest around, whats a beer in the crowd
my cup runneth over, you a duck against a fuckin cobra
I wear my luck on a shoulder built from the rubble soldier
having fun, MKUltra, my burger said its the ultimate
this doesnt rhyme with that last line but you full of shit
Im bored off my rocker tryna write some lines for a topical cream
vodka, thats just a clear shot that my monocle sees
monocle seen, methodical scheme on top of a beam
doing the splits for the Olympics where they all seem simplistic
you in special ed and look more special...dead..

the warm ups over...