Look i rock mics you stock tights, everyone knows it stands for jock rock right
i mock your type and knock the might you might have see you bottom of my tight graph
Leave you with a sinking form of scar your girls a alchoholic, always drinking from the bar
smell your rhymes there stinking from this far, you couldnt get a spin if you a tire from a car
i torment a condidition that present the submission to repent your position
you consent all cognittion i got you wishing my lines left missing instead im death kissing
stand under the missles toe as i thunder my missles flow
you wonder how this'll go, painful, so i plunger my thistles slow
i leave you with a last thought, what has this task taught
im tighter than you will you droppy like snot
Missles toe - mistletoe
completely lost it at the end lmao
anywae, good luck man
