aight look

i got you high off of the fumes i put out
n when the flames start risen your gonna mis type ya mouth
my thoughts are sporadic n my time is unmatted like a crackhouse
he's impatient like a horny prostitute about to get a shot down south
no not that im up and standing wit my fist by my face
n his lines are tragic like a retard goin through a deadly maze
i punched him in the mouth wit a hook
n the rhymes are corrupted like nun reading a horror book
ok im done n thats all ima going to put, oh wait i gotta finish em off
cause hes lyrikal dominational crook, n i put him in cuffs as if i were a cop

ok thats it vote on up

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