Beat begins I get to mashing, smashing and crashing. A relapse to make fun. Ha ha dumb dumb take my thumb thumb, add a little crumb crumb now who’s the bum bum. Dum dum I get too crayon. The beat and the pencil. My mental is more spectacular, your vernacular becomes my next beat, not edible, but still separable, let’s break down the comparables, mutant who acts like a fool, you included, fool who’s foolish, a dam right little bitch, but then again why would I beat a best friend. You’re a mutt who eats butt, everyday it’s the freshest cut. Spluttering your words, just endless turd. Sometimes a bitter lemon is added in and it becomes lemon curd. How aubserd, my actions never get heard. I’ve herded sheep, put crips to sleep, noted my own compaction when it’s time to sleep. You wanna me to lil peep, get a grip. I’d spill my own blood before it came to you. Blowing actual fuel, the suer is where the menuar hangs, so pepperoni