Wait...Who Are You?

Woke up this morning, and what did I see, james tiberius kirk, soddering off as enemy, bitch get back on deck, don that red shirt again, find your pads and a pen, then off goes your head, I'm a soldier of war, your enemy of state, I'll blow up your whole scheme, while your begging for a giveaway, my enemy is my enemy, and your stock lines are fallicy, you don't have the mentality, to attempt this shit gracefully, you had to use ken kiniff, to chance this, and my own audio, just to enhance spit, swallow your pride, because I just made this, my quickie of 20 minutes, do you know what that is, naw you were sticking your dick in mcmuffins, hoping you'd be cumming outta the oven, upon your couch watching mcstuffins, flipping next to animal lovin, hits the tip of percussion, as the blood starts a floodin, finishing like he's been bludgeoned, looking like matt santoro, but your facts are weak el gordo, your testosterones le homo, have fun great cornholio, You had to plan half the night, it's a sad sorry sight, cinderella hit the ball, now I made a pumpkin cry, but it's ok, I'll scoop your brain, carve yourself a new face, place you on the porch again, to watch teens shit in your disgrace, hope those fancy loops and auto tune, still work for you, like common coop, but baby, I'll smack you in the back, with the honest truth, even with the que's, and no proof, mr. sleuth, and I still don't remember you, so have fun with your tantrum, and that's a wrap, here's a pillow and a blanket, crabby, go take a dirt nap.   #Whoareyou