Ight pump it up homie

*picks up pretend mic that is actually a hair brush*


My Wordplay is so Killa They Call My Metas Murda-Phores
I'm Consumin This Herb... Go Ahead... Call Me An Herbivore
Like a Psycho... Let Out of Rehab... I Go Ballistic
You Threw a Few Punches to Be Bad... But Slowly Missed It
Remix it... Switchin This Bitchin Herb Into an Identity Crisis
You ill? Well I'm Going To Cure You as If I Had a Remedy License
Silence and Stillness of Illness... Shootin At Ya Rep and Ya Name
Lurking in the Shadows Merking Like Bone Thugs I Crept and Came
You Gettin Burned More Than a Kazaa Users C: Drive
Wait... I Think I Seen You... On Jerry Springer: When Herbs Strike!
Crownin This Infected Fake Now You Can Say You Are Royal Sickness
I Told You To Freshen Ya Shit So You Started A Two Star Toilet Business

*Throws Pretend Mic Off Pretend Stage... Hits Dad In Head With Hair Brush*

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Respect is all I'm after.
Prime effort is all you can expect.
Perfection will be promised in time.

The Creation