I stay on my s*** and I'm still on a roll,

I stay on my s*** and I'm still on a roll, do it so hard break the porcelain bowl, stay on top of the pot when it finally drops, sorry I'm not pop and I do this a lot, gritty grimy with my timing when I'm loosening bindings, I got a fantastic finding stuffed inside of my lining, let's hope it's not aligning or there will be some grinding, I mean more like the clipse not the homo bit, I fit so lit a benefit to think of it, my stats to the max and I only shoot crits, like one day getting a feature with Wayne or Ludacris, Busta Bus is a must but I ain't fast with my spit, loose lips sink ships and Sally's at the seashore, you put in work if I'd put in more I'd be on top I'm really sure, too f****** grown really mature, and I speak on my topics like I'm a preacher, just a creature looking for a feature I could show it off, you don't care it's your loss, I employ like I'm boss, how much do I cost, well right now I'm still free, wait for shackles and chains of censors to come from me, everybody would be half robot probably, but I could never be I could only be me, a one-man team an army I'm harming for sure, anybody wanting destruction I got you a cure, best not warn me before, engaging in war, if you do trust I do more than metaphors, force medicals that's treatment, I defeat this please believe this, if not some therapy is needed,