UP IN SMOKE

These retarded lyrical are like discarded materials these punks
Are just junk to be picked up they give me the hiccups and mumps
Need to anoint this writing stop the pointless fighting just some chumps
These sad fucks are blind try abduct my rhymes by force
On a course to kidnap the glamour of my rap grammar source
Like an accelerator indeed I’m a devastator with speed but
have to slow my flow down just to show clowns my ups
And 108 son is a hate dun no great fun being chased by bats
These dang MODRATERS are vampires around camp fires have chats
I duck scrubs that suck blood from my posts wearing gangster hats
Like a house I sit on slopes then write legit quotes cats
On this site are misfit jokes and nitwits folks so fat
Like an abyss my clout is without bottom but you all
On a route rotten running about trotting like horses from stalls
You have a lame desire I’ll set your brain afire with propane
Bunch of no names, so why write and try bite and blow flames?
My facts are fat like an acrobat I can walk on tight ropes
With the right quote just ask Ringling and Barnum tonight folks
Tie dew rags on sculptures on the spot but use agriculture to
Plant hip hop crops yall fucks slip a lot like Campbell’s rupture stew
In cans don’t have true plans and I desire you retire