About To Be Murked

This kids about to be 'Shook' like he's got 'Parkensins Disease'/
The only thing that'll be 'Flowin' tonite is ME and the 'Piss between his Knees'/!

Wen i spit I attract people, I make them 'Agglomerate'/
Here to Innialate and Assasinate any bitch who steps up to the fuckin Plate/
I dont wana hate but yo lookin at ur fate/ like the 'Praying Mantis', I Fuck up bitches then 'Decapitate'/!

Your punchlines are the Epitime of Stupitidy, each one unpleasent like a Cacaphony/ Dont compare to me, Im posessed wit the "Art of Beatiful Writing", u can call me "Calligraphy"/

This kid cant cum "Hard" he can barely get a hard-on/
"He Severs frum a young castrated Cock", he's a walking talking Cap-on/ ! (Impotent cant get hard)

Every word spoken by you will jus put me into "Serenity"/ (peace)
This bitch talks shit then calls me his Homeboy??
Please sum1 tell me why's he actin like he's cool with me?/!

Im a "Soothsayer" I can Already "Predict" TravO's guna call me a Herb/ Fuck that played out werd go write down sum sespensful Verbs! If i wrote my lines on the sidewalk this bitch would probably bite the Curb/! (Soothsayer = tells the future)

Uppin

Match my lines dont think about Writen more

peace