lol well i came up with this concept when i heard one of my niggas fartin......and i started thinkin of all the phrases and expression to let peeps know about this action....and well i ended up makin this........another conceptual text piece was long due anyway so heres my payment.....

lol follow ur nose......


I gotta concept I cant hold in, so dont refuse me//
After I let it out, Ill stay proper and say “Excuse Me”//
I got the killa etiquette, test? u better quit//
I swear my knife be fartin the way I let it rip//
Let the berretta spit when Im violent and heavy//
But why do it if my knife game is silent but deadly//
This tyrant is ready and back to attack ya sister//
Im murderous…..
……..but that aint why they call me Jack the Ripper//
Ill clap ya mister, then Ill put a stake in ya chin//
Then snap ya bones to the point where Im breakin the wind//
And leave u achin my friend, alone without a tongue//
U a clown, yo this hoe’s not a thug//
U must be on a whole lotta drugs//
Cuz the only thing u gettin out with me pullin ya finger is a whole lotta blood//
In battles, I school niggas till they spin out the class//
U lose shyt loads…me?
….. I got Winds out the ass//
See Ima heavyweight, never left a fight with a scratch//
So of course ull leave the ring if u Light-in the match//
I knew a broad who was a slut, but I was fuckin for free//
She loved her dough, even sexed it
…….. cuttin the cheese//
Stuntin with ease but she never showed a lot of class//
But that hoe was not a hag//
The bitch bought me a ring and proposed, I said “I hope u know a lot of fags”//
“So they can teach u how to shove it and blow it out ya ass”//
Think ur in love?, step astray//
U can live for the moments….
…….. except the ones that take ya breath away//
Im smart, any subject matter, I could pass fast//
Liquids and solids was easy…..
……. I just couldnt pass gas//
I remember how I was tryin to show out//
I was in-testine like the organs, but nothin would flow out//
Im full of shyt at times and that cant be denied//
But the truth set me free so much, cats begged me to lie//
Why? Its too much, Im too bold and grim//
So when I get a gut feelin, I cant hold it in//
I can be stressed but not as tense//
But piss me off, and Ima smart ass….
…….the type that makes a lot of scents//
Oh and these tattle tales, they be killin some dreams//
Why would u like a snitch that be spillin the beans?//
Beanie Segiel hates me cuz I fill em with despair//
I hit em in breeze…it was foul…..
……..made em “Feel it in the air”//
Ima show yall what Rockys about//
Arr-ogance Omega…..
……..now that’s a battle to be cocky about//


crit and quotables welcome....
*nods*