realistic flows I dispose and transpire when I wear a wire in my attire/
dire straits is straight when my traits is gilbert bait with some rumman on the side/
let me slide to abide by haroon the paki monsoon to overtake like dr. doom/
waleed the peed sees the mead notebook I use to cook up creatine like coke for rehan to smoke/
you don't know these people that's why I got cha opin like black moon you dirt devil goons/
I kill fobs with harpoons that travel faster than marooned platoons to ho chi minh city/
it's a pity when my little ditty sounds as wack as chingy but settle on it or meddle with the chrome metal/
cus I peddle indian sweets to the geeks and freaks cus protection is meek so I carry a thabla with tnt/BLAOW BITCH!

This was teh dopest deepest stuff i ever read on this site. you might wanna punch a hole in the chutney tree and get Mr. Thomasala to get rumman a new gastro hope! I hope your junk stays sweet like the old fashioned butter pecan circa 1863 from portsmouth, VA like rehan's yesterday after waleed teh peed on it!!!!!!

yo, I dunno what you talkin bout but thanks for the salutation and shit aight one love to all my desi bettys

yo keep your head up son, we know your teeth ain't what it was before you gargled the Genghis, but the D.D.S might get you some hope!

yo, no doubt, but ain't nobody replying to this

this was an ok piece even tho i had no idea what tha fuck you were talkin about most of tha time, but you had nice wordplay, so heres my props for dat.
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yo, mad love you gidher