You Suck

Laugter ceases after masterpieces slash a thesis

Questioning my passion is like asking Jesus if the crucifiction hurt

Flirting with ears, but choosing visions first

I stretch 'em out until they snap to prove that long division works

A strong incision bursts your bladder

filthy rhyming prosecutor

Never-ending thirst for data

salvaged from the lost computer

Immaculate, roses scatter

We tackle and toss a loser off a pedestal created by actions regrettable

Packing a vegetable for malnutrition,

rap-mutation, advocators, fact-debaters catch a bad one from a tractor-trailer

Even avid masturbators can't relate to my passion and my clutch

Crashin' a nightclub, simply to spite fucks who came to dance

My brain is pants who (???) legs I earn while some prefer to beg I deal with ignorance

Therefore, to turn a head is difficult, like being drunk while parallel-parking a car

Broken pieces of glass on your floor after I fart in a jar

"MC's you suck,

that's without a doubt; you don't know jack

no if's or maybe's

MC's you suck, that's without a doubt

(???)

MC's you suck,

that's without a doubt; now who's my first victim, come get some of this

MC's you suck, you know how that go,

yo, this is a fact, handing my beat over"

I got the bald-headed crowd with a dope swirl,

hot enough to make a nymphomaniac's toes curl

Lounge with showgirls in the uncharted lands of the West Pacific islands,

Hypnotized by horizons,

Evil mistress, black widow of the brimstone

skeletons in every closet, close to the window,

rose petals, French Dutchess, with gold medals on the coldest meadow follows the ghost that goes (ohhh)

and when I was young my moms thought I had a disturbance

'cause she always found me under the cabinet drinkin detergent

murderous Copernicus, Promethius insterted it

the way I worded it left em tumblin through the turbulence

I got a nasty dropkick, catch flies with chopsticks

kidnap your siblings then take them for hostage

your girl's not a chickenhead she's more like an ostrich

smells like armpit, foot and ass, and dogshit...

Laughter happens after master craftsmen practice smashing clowns

I pass your rapping class and snatch the cap and gown

I trap a noun and catch a verb while running laps around

the packiderm who hasn't learned the basic laws of planet Earth,

I take your jaw and smash it through the simple principles of amateur elimination

Pattern your alliteration after mine? mastermind my pattern writing,

vocalise the battle writing,

localize the folks who try to socialise for ladder-climbing

NPC, degrees, and pattern sine and sequence quantifying

concentration might alleviate your frequent contemplation

constant patience, do you know how badly that I want a spaceship?

Modulation causes placement of assailence or survalance

wander aimlessly amongst a mass of slavery until a brave MC (through bravery)

decides to call his name to me, it's all in vein you see,

when I decapitate his brain and season it for morning breakfast while listening to Deathmix

Out!