to spit lines is not to touch the surface
yo rhymes is takin for jokes like clowns in a circus
you want me to spit first so i geuss you is nervous/
devoid of any intellect so dialogue with you would be perverse/
I personify a dictionary to extend your vocabulary
for you optimism is but a dream when your reality is pestilence and strife
on the pentacost of your ingonrance/
my words is like an orgasm makin you rise wit every stroke
makin yo mind obsolete like watchin bad porn like deep throat