Want a picture It will longer Lift some weight And you’ll be stronger Get some taste And you’ll drip longer, This that Detroit flow, It will attractive your ho, But That’s a no no She has to go go, I’m gnarly, son, I’m gnarly, son, Dreaded like Bob Marley sons, Damien or Ziggy, I can’t stand the Rain like missy, Stumbling over my words, I’m drunk I’m pissy I’m a bit straight edge I’m not square I’m more oblique Theres roundness to my edges, so when we meet I am very unique I’m about fairness I have that awareness I do not embarrass I am the fairest like a wheel I have that zeal Mass appeal I give out thrills Like that one pill These bears I kill Ear then like meal I rock a brim hat by Billy the kid I keep it popping like opening a lid Theses Rhyme are extraordinarily and tolerant unlike me with dairy Stomach hurting from getting these word working Word shaking like they are tweaking Nerve wrecking and unnerving But they a serving A purpose Take a chance because I’m worth this, I’m never wordless My name is thesaurus I’m brown just like Morris I rhyme I don’t chorus Something that shit be boring, it leaves me snoring I’m be in lawn choring