Fuck it so much shit on my mind
One More Lyrikal Shanking


I''''ll splatter the back of your brain, so nobody minded//
I hid ill metaphors in that line, now try to find it//
You want to Ketch-up, leave you red(read) and 57 lines behind it//
Why 57?, check your bottle of Heinz kid//
Unwinded, spools of twine, to hang from a high twig//
But it snapped, and I only shattered my spine, Big//
Tops and circuses, asked for my services//
So i serviced this one fat bitch with a refurbish kit//
Referbush kit??, her cunt needed renovation//
It was nice of me to help, cuz I rented, wasn''''t stayin//
I aint have no reservation///
However I stay slayin'''' MC''''s like dragons//
Or faggots, both of them flame, neither one matters//
But my gray matters advanced, to the point of acrobatics//
Flippin'''' so many styles, my mind is doin'''' backflips//
The fact is, my telepathic actions//
Have me defeatin'''' in advance your wack bids//
to take away my status//
Not worried about status, cause my levels located in the
Stratus-Fear me now like my names'''' Maximus//
Like Gladiator maximums'''' defeatin'''' you in calculus//
If I was a calculator and you were an Abbacus//
Made at Us, I or Me, not even certain//
Defeated verses, without even cursin''''//
Will Smith would be proud, until I started reversin''''//
The back of his wife in positions of perversion//
And started screamin "FUCK YEAH, THIS IS HOW YOU WORK IT"

Fucking Bitches