Another quick keystyle spit at ten forty nine
FAt rhymes fuckin you like twelve horny swine
But, fuck pigs, cops get chopped n dumped
Just like chicks, after i`ve got the hump,
Thrown to the side, loike leftover dinner pieces,
I don`t have a feminine side, but, i`ve an inner species
It`s a capital animalistic, dramatical linguistic uber emcee
All opponents panic like faggits when their lubes`re empty
If you`re stupid tempt me, you must be named "Polluted"
Brain rotted to shit, inability to read or write n plain STUPID
Better be prayin to cupid for love, cos i`m gonna dishearten you
I didn`t want to, but, you got excited and forced me to start on you
I`ll startle you, leave you stunned n shocked, rhyme guns cocked
Lyrical magazines loaded and at the ready to launch the pun stock,
I`d unlock the fuck doc and spray but it`s 2 past eleven
And it`s a fifteen minute rhyme, so maybe there`s a heaven
You got lucky, survived a certain inevitable death
It`s eleven o four now, the end to my incredible text!!