i flow-sick, wit a pile of yo-shit like here hold-this,
smack your mom wit a closed-fist cause she couldnt keep her legs o-pen
im so-damn, crazy its intimidating latley hating dating cause,
every bitch i meet wants a relationship its lame as fuck
im more close to hit-it-and quit-it, split-it, then kick-brickks
no i dont wantta kick-it, meet your kids?-shit, listen- bitch
i been there before, emotions on the floor, spillin my guts to a fuckin whore...
and ive learned my lesson, there fore there will be no encore just remember to close my damn door
anyways i fell off topic, i was tryna strike-fear in the minds of these light-queers like-here...
you might strike-near but you cant fight-fear its impossible so your reighn ends like...here...
teach invaluable tactics to a lost race of addicts who rather smack bricks with these wack shits
then to listen to your trash spit with no obvious direction its an act-bitch and ive discover your desguise so stop stressin
damn...i lost the flow my structures off and soo...i might aswell quit will im behind
finish my rhyme and ask your mom if its ok if i go ahead and hit it from behind
i have no idea what this was sposed to be just some random type away shit lolz