Without punctuations, without vowels
Leave them blank, you laugh till you dispose your bowels
That's how it goes, grammatically wrong, it's over
Then the confession you made seems like you owe her
Funny how people interpret my rhymes, like it's English
I know it is, but I write them lines and everything twists
And then they still think this is Shakespeare-an shit
When I mix verbs like disappear" and split
So now when I speak, I appear and I spit
I occur to be weak but I'm weird in my speed
So who's laughing again? Added a punctuation there
I'm your English teacher who will flunk you, patience wear
Destroying the language with poetic licence
Violence mistreats the silence and you know it, hyphens
Add that to mystical-words, becomes a cyclic-world
Hyphen-ate's the new skill, predicted by a psychic-girl
Sorry I missed the full stops and the commas
But this is hiphop, full of liars, full of llamas
There's no mistaking the dramas
This is hotter than any summers