rhyme schemes?/
might as well compare me to nay one/
cause these lines of fire is reminiscent of adolescent aliens playing with ray guns/
guess who's coming to dinner niggas/
food for thought with a side order of spleen/
while the rest of ya'll is unconentrated like 99% Florida squeezed/
If I walked backwards through black holes and timeless portals/
maybe I'd catch up with my out of order outta the world quotas/
so if you seen me face to face, you've witnessed yah maker/
the text is taylored on deck like a sailor with the flavor of Norman Mailors/
fumbling sentences laced with insults minus the #2 pencils/
thats right I freestlye, like Xgame cyclists "handeling" my "bars" like utensils/
humorous- punchlines will have yah funerals looking like lunch lines/
resulting in numerous-cut spines or get "clapped' in the "ass" "10"
times with the "butt" of the "9"/
so gahead and bite yah nails down to yah cuticles and baracade yahself in yah cubicles/
read book and elevate yah mind a bit and stop spitting the usual/