in the plural my verbal pierces ur epideral/ i am ready to destroy your bioneural till your blood starts to currdle/ im shakespere witout a journal/ i always come off tite like overweight hoes in gurrdles/ rhymes stay furtile/ your skillz less than impress me/ i leave your organs internal in the state of cataplexy/ son you coundnt rock if ya name was elvis presley/ so dont adress me unlesss u want it to ge messy/ im tellin u i been i'll since i came out my fathers testes/ so tset me and prepared to get sniped like westley/ a question for you , do yuo write rhymes or bit lines/ here i'll put some lipstick on ya your forehead so u can make up ya mind / ive worked hard for everything i earned and learned/ yur absurd splurges are not what i deserve