i hope it don't look stretched..but i guess i'll see soon....

I got this “man” totally “coverd” like a king size sheet over a midget n their lover,
Bound n tied left in the tracks of dust there’s still pieces of “band” on my rubber,

…….style switch……

omb’s a faulty disaster chastise ya sack, have rv’s bitches bodycast ya ‘wraps’
fuck a multi master recognize ya wack, no maybies kid admit at last your crap,
rip ya scritp n split your mid, choak your vocals with a bib-spit your verse of fibs,
flip ya lip-ton noodle I did, mock your focals n crack your lid’s bars worse than gibs,
voters hid deep-throaters bid, while you bathe in recognition of your selfmade sig,
ya posters hid boasters bid,ya style n rath is a recollection of past “bites” you dig,
drill this fickle ya not sick yo ,ya flows slow compared to me your just a trickle,
green this pickle- this sick-o,ya whole flows scared cuz im a dime n ya a nickel,
you use the same words ,ulternate with weak verbs n dazzle complete herbs,
ya names a blurr,as deviate kills this bleek nerd n stomps his head into the curb,
ya stole ya style messed ”wit” blessed with death quick, ya conclusion crawls,,
ya lines stretch 4 miles n miss hit n ass don’t meet ya dick its”illusions of dolls”,
drowned your head, stuffed ya ear n ya still don’t have flow happening here,
bound your dead, bluffed ya year n ya aint ill we all know in rappin its clear,
keep ya quotes but leave ya throat cause one is’nt band in real man” productions”
bleep ya jokes don’t believe your dope your jus da master of d/r n tran”seductions”

……style switch…..

Ya only “beat” n fuck when ”blowin up” dolls, ya now in rv’s rememberence clips,
Your heart stalls 4 showin up I’ve punched 1 so hard your past decendents’ll flip,

I thought I’d try something new..when I said gibs…I meant mel gibs..crazy fucker