Filling Taste Buds
 

Filling Taste Buds

The rap affair is lame and like an airplane dodge stuff
But large enough to fly through the sky and literaly puff
Flames lame like a dragon, cats need Excalibur to read this
Even Merlin knows this is the tragic of magic which bleed and piss
On tablet paper got a habit to spit vapor like a viper snake while
In the cipher create rhymes that debate minds, just my great style //
Will thrill the sillies and even make Hill Billies drink from
Fountains renown most live in mountain towns part of the slums
Got paint and scripts but can’t ship a hardcore load because
Of poor roads in this case it’s well and proper to think and pause
Use a helicopter fly in and drop some nutrients and rhymes no flaws
Educate a mutinant’s mind with these laws, make emcees grow paws //
Do a lots of blank living and like Thanksgiving cum once a year
If I find girls with divine curls and they give me some being sincere
Hands very soft like cranberry sauce go down town to lick some turkey
Make any extreme dame just scream my name as the hairs curly slick and jerky //
Some brother have mothers, and they borrow punds of butter then walk
Around clutter cakes in kitchens smell their cooking could actually stalk
And waste a scrub taste buds and even stress me with that recipe caught
Sniffing aroma drifting up my nose become delicious and suspicious cake in bulk //

you should post this in OM