Mental, you could be ill if snorted anthrax~through tampax~lyrically your wack//
my keen sense tell me that your really mental, a short bus rider, probably would shoot yourself wit' a pistol//
Chedda Bob, and I'm 'EM, Nortorius and you're Kim//
why don't you jump off before your whole cliques roked off/
by the favorite~the patience~ heavily sedated~irrate~ never faded~ lyrics be~ kindof histeric/
Need Webster
or do you just need the web, to look someone's lyrics and in your own try to sell/
please oh, no, no mo', forget it this my show you're not my brotha, I tell secrets, dude you jack ya' dick wit' a rubber
Safe Sex
we'll then read this wit out contro, the next time you challenge
hopefully by that time, you've contracted an LTD//(lyrically transmitted disease/

disconnected again, sorry