My plot boss like hot sauce write tight lines but like
White wine gets you drunk, few punks tried and now dykes
Got a rigorous spree like a citrus tree shove fruits down
Throats and clowns with quotes never pollutes bounds
Recruits towns like the harmony of the army, bugle sounds
On streets cats march whack and leap with arched backs
Like frogs attack them dogs then saddle great horses with packs
Battle make choices exact, blast brains with gas contained rhymes
Rattle spines and straddle minds wanna beef? But your cattle’s blind