aiight...freeflow...
play wit 2 to become 1...like a threesome/
i'm on highside to rhyming couplets,
i'm a puppet master... string puppets however i want/
you must have front to battle me,
guess you must come wit tit's...lets get ready,
i cum wit tits* and my hits are made intellectually/
seriously you are punished for physical 'offence'
but no one ever of seen lyrics 'potent'...check mine
i check when i rhyme(i win)
gain a rep thro rhymes
strain this hit thro my intestine/
then i got a bowelful, a barrelful of 'shots' put holes in your name so your 'boycott' from the game/
with my presence i bring presents in the form of a language,
the gift to use it to impress or do damage/
rhymes so lavish yet got listners in languish they can't stop my dirt so they jus vanish/
hit up linguistical shit as if it a physical fist or a blissful kiss/
anyhow...

uppin~ for some serious critisism y'all.
~1~