BEAT IT

Price rise as christ rise Christmas nearly missed us Mistus pass the misses I swear, eyes red misted Mysterious Sid Vicious Intercourse cannons Canonically derived from the canterbury tale Ironically designed from a strawberry lane Strawberry love, fields of green and all that, Puff small blunts, tough small joints grunt under the hoof, huff under the rough... Roof Stuff, blada blada bla, buff tunes, snuff zooms in nose tubes. Cuffed arms exhumed on ends of farms doomed. Presumed corporeal by zombie goons. Religiún. Hindi and all that shit. Blow the pit out the apple, spit out the pit of a plum to some rum on the passenger side. Dad reside in driver seat, feet both peddles, hide the beetroot. Blood seedfruit, seed shoot, seed skeet mute child backseat lute in the radio, loot in the beat loop. Fugazi Mario Peach destitute. Festering truth, ruthless beseeched koopa troop. Future proof. Fucking the rhyme up. Fucking the timing of the track track falls like a stack house of cards comes falling down Down feather, crush weather weathered stone stoned leather and a chrome chrome gun shoot, hit the tome, feel better, fill bucket, fill cheddar in the pocket till you pop the eye socket of a God. General Zod generally odd in general he spat sounds that sound plod on the drumbeat like nothing like slums eat in Haiti and i hate it when aid goes ages without wagin the good fight, im fumin Im fumin cuz im angry, hungry cuz im hangry, fungi cuz im mushroom, filled a room with smoke once just to wake up on time. Turns out that was a crime. Limes wasted on the side of the top of a bottle. I waddle like a penguin, huddle up with middle fingers up to the wind. To the cold, we no fold till a bull doze loads up and loathes us like loaves of bread tenfolded like paper maché. I appear detached without my moustache, sex appeal lasts ey. My last bae told me to say sorry tho my speech nothing wrong, it was crazy. Truth is it was fugazi mario peach destitute, now she ruthless beseeched koopa troop, Future proof. One hunnid proof bullets shoot through mercedes coupe searching for a fall guy I played the game and then i died. Bloodshot eye sellassi eye Treble vision troubled devil division when the bass bit. Beats is basic, rules broken in the rubrics, now i face the face that made it. God derision never felt so ancient and old, bolder than stone giant toad. Car towed by a troll loaded with a folder and a briefcase. Snotty nosed cheescake made a statement. Had his cake and ate it. Im not goated im community gated. Elated.