
Lyrical Miracle here to make you all hysterical, then bury you like morgues of bodies from Egyptian rituals.
Pitiful analyzing taking rhyme flows literal. Will you call me crazy or will you call me cynical.
Leave you needing clinical and medical attention,
Not to mention bloody words are drawn like pensions.
Horny for these words no need to rape the “mic”
So I’ll wrap the cord around my arm then start to recite
Memorable phrase from Star Trek and Perry Mason, Friday, Friday the 13 th, Ice Cube and Jason.
Replacing your candyland thoughts with mayhem.
In one ear and out the other side of the cranium.
Draining them making them know that Life’s too terrific.
Spliffs, Fifs and Blunts “be” my only critics.
More flows and more bows than Riddick.
Who cares if someone said it I still flipped it...


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