chk chk chk! checking 1. 2. umm... 12 (sideways joke)
freestyle the senile e-vile 3-mile long crooked smile like i was just another square kid in this text-tile/

the reason i say tied ropes cuz... for you this battle is a struggle/
you wouldn't be abel to win if you... cried votes into puddles/
i'm ill like... you didn't have an AIDs flow and this battle wasn't Me 'n' DP/
cuz... i spit fuck-ing things that's gonna give Dark-P S-TDs/
so what if i'm in Marshall's shoes, Darkplanet has Vanilla Ice's best CDs/
rock-ing "ride with me" of Country Grammar, sucks to be you, sucks to be me/
flow flow drool spit slobber free-ly, i hope you win cuz... no one should be able to not beat me/
but... secretly you're a fag easily eaten, you're wack, go write jokes/
you're funny on your own high hopes but low enough to call yourself Darkplanet the Ho/
i'm cryo like i was the iceberg that struck titanic's hull/
i was hired to strike panic into your bullshit hole/
of a mouth and uncouth auto-macs and tacks/
and tack you up to your back in wack attacks/
drinking your clear-a-spit acne wax/

and i'm done, that should be 15 lines, bars whoever, or is a bar 2 lines? shit, whatever dawg, i'm high on ashtray ashes...
poof


peace

signed,
~madd