You know nothing, Jon Snow.
Over reaction is my only reaction
The skill about to be displayed is only a fraction
The captions
couldn't catch up with the pace of my rappin'
rapid, like jack rabbits fappin'
to flappin'
wide open vaginal passages, an assassin
tried to stab me with a plastic hidden blade
because I exposed myself in indignant ways
I didn't lay
down and die when red ribbons sprayed
He stabbed me, I kicked his face
I gripped his brain
and slammed it into the concrete till' the insipid's slain
and reduced to a frickin' stain
Flushed down the liquid drain
and eaten like strips of bacon
Bitch I'm bakin'
the marijuana
rich and fragrant
prepare the bong, nah
wait fuck it, prepare a sauna
that's what it takes just to get a strong buzz
fuck you, you fuck me, you fucked the wrong one
I cut off my mom's tongue
and shoved it up my father's ass
I don't allow my synapses to let a sane thought to pass
I programmed quantum strings to chop my grass
and watch my stash
of megalithic blocks of hash
compared to me, tupac's a fag
I shot the mag-izine
at Nomenclature,till' he was chopped in half
mummified him and buried him next to Akhenaten's ass
The symptoms of swallowing my rhymes are often gas
cramps and bloating, and sucking off the shaft
of monstroseuous brobdingnagian wanks
with a nutty flavor, a macadamian taste
insanely berate
debaters, it's mainly a waste
because your brain can't ascertain these wavelengths
receive eightey-eight shanks
to the cerebellum for trying to ingratiate wanks
of eighty eight nomenclature alt accounts...I granulate taints
And flocculate fallacies
till' the mind's of the foolish fags operate validly
innoculate vaginally to co-operate with insanity
at the beginning I met with God and co-authered hate and vanity
Stabbing you in the face with slate and granite pieces
ripping Satan's pants to pieces
with my pineal gland secretions
Of antithesis
anti-matter landmine beacons
Aquadoodle
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