fuck it...let me set this whole shit off...ding, ding,ding...ladies and gentlemen...in this corner we *hits ring side announcer with folding chair*...gimme that mic...
yo backspasm you ready... aces high… deuces wild… with a one verse minimum / bet sarkasm Folds quicker than Five Bens… since he’s powdered like cinnamon / disagree… up your ante bet the shanty… cause the farms for mens strictly / lil toy you just a boy… counting pubes like oh shit… “I’m up to sixty!” / tonka type… bulldoze you in a daze… find some greener pastures to graze / rap ain’t your thing microkasm… you’re just going through a phase / like eye’m just going through the motions… with notions of cynicism / mono to mono eye dominate… our state of juxtaposition / dioneye stay penned, padded, and labbed up… perfecting imperfections / eye spy that fake ass sipping tea with your aunties… getting botox injections / melt plastic sarkasm with sunfire syllabics… known to wrinkle cats hiding in the shade / damn didn’t your momma ever warn you… of the effects of ultraviolet rays / shame you’re bout to procrastinate the flow… like Hussein to weapon inspections / try to patronize the divine… eye play god… return you to your mom’s midsection / another rejection…
"transform to go against the norm" syllabicdionysus
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