From his profile...
well... am a pimp( a professional one)... am also a poet, rapper, theoretical Physicist and Logician... if y'all dumm niggaz no wut i mean?



You spelled your name MystiQuest, but that's wrong, cuz you give straight dude's a fright...
It should be MisterQuest, cuz you're gay, and always lookin for Mr. Right!

Your job? Don't ya know the streets don't be lettin limp gimps pimp?
You're sure to go broke, ya outfits a joke, and your hoes be smellin like chimps!

Theroretical Physicist? That means you've got no faith in God...
A scientist's brain, that's about to get slain, your whole life's a facade.

You're only 17, that's too young to be mean, bitch you can't stand up to a titan...
Roman candle your ass, high in the sky, watch the whole night brighten...

Your rhymes will read like a mystery book, but with the last page missin...
No point readin if the end leaves ya needin, don't spit, no one will listen.

I'm a go Craftsman on your ass, but ain't talkin baskets and glitter...
Take a drill to your ass, saw off your arms, then laugh when ya go to the shitter.

I'm smokin Quest like peyote, trippin out and seein hallucinations...
But everythings pathetic, like you livin in Mom's attic, causin sad visualizations.

When Quest was born, the doctor slapped his mom, cold chastising...
You were less than a baby, stricken with scabies, absolutely horrorfying!

Tattoo stands taller than you, even in your Fantasy you're small...
Tiny in size, with plump little thighs, suffering from height withdrawl.

Quest's a driver, straight up chauffeur, Bitch, go warm up my limo...
Open my door, offer your CD and more, blow me while I trash your demo!

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Merkings will occur Monday thru Friday, 8 am thru 5 pm, C.S.T.
For my convenience, not yours!