my appearance i swallow,
Digest it, shit it in grasses, watch it fertalize the masses,
amazement they watch, tears droppin as shattered glasses
they gaze, studying with precise vision is the masses
the stature, learning whose the fattest
like sumo wrestlers compared to anorexics
when i kick what i bust
drop weight on those that lack anytype of gut
and wanna throw rhymes up-but can't flow at all
vast aire gave the report bilemic emcees need cholestoral
and if not, I stop there style thats never hot
Choosing to flow like bloodrivers but my styles the clot

peace