~Tapped~ might not be a prude but I'm also not a slut so if you think I'm rude, then I guess you're out of luck cause the truth is I refuse to give a single fuck to anybody who hasn't first earned my trust and most aren't worthy of such my pedantic antics tend to make scammers so frantic they just get panick stricken disadvantaged to the damages of deliverance this gifted grammatically emphatic to smash the impragmatic addicts traumatically with an enigmatic apparatus hitting these beats like per-um-puh-pum-pum ain't a rat apt at tattling I'm just banging humdrums the bass is just a reverberation within the vacant space inside the domes of the brainless dumb dumbs keep fumbling just to pose juxtaposed so clumsily they can't hope to escape it it's no wonder they're so hungry tummies grumbling from being as empty as their crumbling statements choking hopelessly lungs hung up on crummy fakeness but I've been... spitting facts like a I've got lip full of dip ripping the mic while brashly brandishing havoc my flows blast so fast like riding the lightning on a runaway gun going cyclic while fully automatic generating my own static, raps blatantly combative attacking rapid on the tracks like I'm haptic with this practice those sporadic dopes can't seem to keep up with the spokes of my spitten writtens spinning when I bite them like I'm the kind of rabid rabbit from Monty Python and the holy grail laying waste decapitating laymen outside the caves of Caerbannog but no holy hand grenades can save them from my dangerous paces throw whatever you want it ain't going any place but straight the fuck to hell where you'll follow along shaken in the wake of my catastrophic autonomy phonics rocking dishonest prophets making their noggins quake like a catatonic lobotomy crazily racing across my vocal cords staking flosses with a makeshift straw call it tracheotomy with no known choruses because of course I don't like to wait for overrated haters to underrate it so I'll save idiot critics the trouble with deciding on a score since I'm impatient this is a thousand out of 10 stuff no square but I can do the math because a hundred's never been enough to compare my mind to where the rest are at go ahead and write otherwise when you know your lines are far less impressive I know to expect nothing but lies from the remarks of such unwise pests that's not much of a problem though deniers of what's right left lining up like dominoes all of them can get knocked down at one time toppled in a chain reaction of collapsing enhancing the main attraction that's the plain satisfaction of crafting flames so bright without any matches obvious that they should have known not to go crossing paths with me an ominous conflagration incinerating con artists after the lames have all been trapped packed into the same dang casket a mass grave made just for actors when I blaze straight passed them cremated remains of self-proclaimed kings now nothing but a just bunch of fucking ashes blasting the masses back to the past tense (passed 10s) * might have to look back to catch that pitch* my mind ain't missing a beat and I don't half ass shit metric tonnes of crud dumped so those who get anxious can sift through the dung without an ounce of hesitation hunting for degredation within every statement plundering in wonderment and exclamation at the depth of my executive coverage and the excellent state my excrement stays in excavating the devastation in every explanation I leave constrained to resignation in the proof that they see those who ain't brainless tend to lose belief in their hatred and shudder when they discover how utterly mistaken they've been for ever doubting my speech as the rumbling thunder of my frightening writing strikes their fumbling minds like humbling lightning sheep scholars seeking dollars stay leashed and collared but I'm not bound by such means profound poetry resounds without squalor got this craft's mastery on lock like the G on a glock no need for knocking when you're rocking the master key so I can casually drop on command like I'm on demand and all those lost little lambs can flock to reprimand shocked like Shazam as they read it and weep. ~Jduhb (Justin Farrow)