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My lines are straight to the point like the ear lobes of Captain Spock
Your lines seem endlessly long and boring like the DMV at ten o’clock

You’re like a teeny tiny dessert cactus
Cheesy rhyming points just don’t stick
You need some effort plus more practice
So you’re not remembered as a lil prick

Everybody already is calling me, a prodigy, and an anomaly, got to be open mind lobotomy
A novelty, an oddity, a Democracy, a part of me is so hard to see, spectacles like optometry
Or probably, or possibly, a Hippocrates, a lot of me is so hard to pee, testicles like proctology
Try stalking me roam, following me home as my flows velocity goes like a Travelocity Nome

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Respectively the complexity of the successfully technically phonetically poetically said to me
Collectively impressively aesthetically deceptively unethically impromptu
Are you kidding’ me My editor is a secular regular questionnaire settler from Delaware text messenger on cellular with diviner stepsister reveller her pedicure room temperature who’s registrar as competitor for senator of Ecuador sure spending more than the expenditure of every cash register embezzler executor developer everywhere in the western hemispheres a metaphor no sequitur he’s a molecular wrestler predator

My records twirl like Michelangelo’s Nun Chucks&-Emilio-Esteves with a Mighty-Duck-Hockey-Puck
My album sales will be fat as Jared-before-Subway Bigger than Jamie-Foxx on ‘Any Given-Sunday’
I am going to blow up like defective Firestone Tire See more red carpet than a full-time-LA-limo-driver
I will rap tripper than an Arizona-Cactus-full-of-Peyote Faster than Road-Runner chased by Wile Coyote
My style will be newer than Lax Luther’s Tube of Rogaine

Be controversial as Mona-Lewinski’s-sticky icky-stain
I will record songs so sick that they will need anti-biotic
Like Batman’s nemesis, Penguin; they’re-diabolic
My record sales will shock MGM like a defribleater
I’ll get cash-cool-as-an-Eskimos-Subzero Refrigerator
My agent will take cut like a Kill-Bill-Samurai-Blade
He will cover his tracks with Febreeze-Lysol-or-Glade
Then I will get right to the point like the ears-of-Spock
My autograph will be as famous as John Hancock
My flow will be hotter than Texas-Pete-from El-Paso
Be hot as Wonder-Woman tied in a Golden-Lasso
Fan base will be wider than a Republican-tax-bracket
On more juke boxes than Fonzarelli’s-leather-jacket
Gonna get awards like a movie-w/Dakota-Fanning
Make my pockets deep as a grave-in-Grand-Canyon

My songs will be collectible like KISS-merchandise
I will grab attention like a black shirt covered-in-lice
My technique will be unique like a mime-that-speaks
Lyrics deep as poor-mans-bucket-when the-roof leaks
Barcodes won’t stick cuz my music will be priceless
Sales scarier than Jim-Jones-Kew-lade saying,
Try-this my rhythm will be tighter than TSA-Airport-Security
Words witty as the Geico-Gecko that’s insuring-me
My stereo will only play records that are Platinum
My songs will be on FBI top10 with agents after-them

I’ll spit hot fire like on Hendrix’s-Fender-Strats
Crazier than a postal-worker-return-to-sender-stats
I’m faster, faster, and faster than you
If you’ve said one bar I’ve said two
I’m twice as quick,you’re half the speed
If you’ve said two Bars I’ve said 3

A-rap-a-tap-tap who is at that door guesses you get 4 or 3 plus 1 more or 2 multiplied times 2
Count amount round about 4-ish; 1 fish 2 fish red fish blue Horton Hears a Cindy Lou
Who Is Hemingway is coming my way I thought Lewis Carol or F Scott Fitzgerald maybe not
Asking’ me who’s great like Gatsby, u dunno him pseudonym Mr.J heavy doc 1.21 jigger watt

I am faster, faster, and faster than you
If you have said one bar I’ve said two
Twice as quick, you’re half the speed
If you have said two bars I’ve said 3

If rap was a table with a Jingo tower of stacked wooden blocks
I’d win it in a minute because you’re unstable like Michael J fox
My hooks are the shape of a pirate’s fist-in the case of an amputee
Your ears are babies my rhymes are the sitter named Casey
Anthony Plan-tah battle
I’m baffled bedazzled frazzled sleepless in Seattle
Keep this sheep cattle so fragile the shackle
Spackled is a challenge not to crackle not tackled
Scrabble in shambles not ample to handle

You straggle as you dabble in babble that’s hell on TV and I can’t change the channel to the big apple Cackle and gaggle like a jackal drug addled by shackles of chapel rabble up the path with no paddle
My editor is a secular regular questionnaire settler from Delaware text messenger on cellular with diviner stepsister reveler her pedicure room temperature who’s registrar as competitor for senator of Ecuador sure spending more than the expenditure of every cash register embezzler executor developer everywhere in the western hemisphere as a metaphor non sequitur he’s a molecular wrestler predator
I’m spitting hot flames of fire like dragons on the Game of Thrones
I’m balling 4 grand in my left hand not calling 4g on my 5th iPhone Beard is like New Testament Jesus no homage to the bible or entourage of 12 disciples
My addiction confess that its crucifixion until my interventions Pontius Pilate disliked this

I’m faster, faster, and faster than you
If you’ve said one bar I’ve said two
I’m twice as quick, you’re half the speed
If you’ve said two bars I’ve said 3

You’re talking shit I’m the opposite you’re an argument I’m a compliment
Your bubble lips undecided sequel undivided equal two sticks doublement
My wide tongue multiplied sum times one tried gum orbits mix with eclipse
You unsure or wanna battle?
You hardcore or sorta fragile?
You studio apt or stone castle?
You convenient or a hassle?
You strike 3 or Mickey Mantle?
You BFF or can I not stand ya?
You a horseshoe or a saddle?
You a limp dick or an ass hole?

It’s not a game, Milton Bradley McFucked up meals not happy Hansom ransom for kidnapping Jenga tower fell while stacking Hitchcock shower curtain red splatter is squirting
Now a blood bath 4 certain I’d imagine id be hurting from your knife stabbing me like Joe dirt when had no family slashing every artery gashing every part of me carved like a turkey on thanksgiving starved for my hunger of once living sure it’s cataclysmic but if I was a critic I’d say the worst of it

There’s no ternicut For me to terminate this surely unfortunate
Untimely death final breath
Wound in the chest that’s surely too late
And I bet its seeming it’d be impeding
Some or the bleeding that just is keeping
Leaving veins & seeping
Then more repeating
Eventually depleting
Finally fleeting from my heart torn apart
Cut and slit Bout to quit

Needing for constant beating
Be sure of me
Bout to start sleeping
No dreaming for eternity
Do u still wanna battle or not
I hope now after I said a lot
You’ve given it a 2nd thought
If u do you’re high on pot
That’s why u forgot
But you had your shot
Time to pay for what u bought.

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