Follow The White Rabbit

#Woody #Stirling #Scottish #Scotland #Strictlymakinmusic #2020 #Real Im Despicable Trick you all to To break my fall Everynight Followed By me following  small white rabbit Brurrowing  down ever furrow And Burrow Very Thorough In the habbit Till we found the hole I sold my soul for it   Orthodox or unorthodox Fuck know Im out Thinking out the box out my box Thinking of walks and talks Caught thinking of cots And what colour ribbon To blind i find To see ive not A fucking thing To live on An everything i do have? I give on, Need to get a grip before i Slip In to a habbit I cant kick and get gone Imagine that Everything you ever done was wrong Every hit i hit Affecting me like a cat with catnip Too high on it Now im having a catnap I snap and panic Go manic for particles Prefoundly piticular  practically Asking how do you spit like that Practice mate See i unwound with a bit I found Cause its practable mate Its practical If i weighted your bit  add it all Then subtracted a bit If were chattin tick I aint thick No goat im a dear deer  writing hear Gloat as i hang of your throat Like a baby no maybe Of a ladys tit No fool Tick list full Swearing i am wearing Sandals with ticklish feet Way Im jumpin in the beat Leave you looking at something floral Turns out it coral And your swimming with the fishes genious and generous  with the genes Of a geene  is to be seen in me Seen in jeans Give you three wishes And id have spent  every one For a new dish washer To wash the dishes at the bees With a please On the hot water to cut through the grease all caught in the trap And you call it rap, I call you chickens The way you all flap Headless after a slap Im going far down  under the ground Under the underground Where millions are run aground And found some new sounds Call me a sick kid A liquid way my flow Goes about A vision of a version Halfway through mergin Verging on a margin Im a mad yin Your following next of kin Your sheep cheap meat Mutton Doing my nut in So if we are rutting In the gutting version And im  venison Least ill sell  when im gone Everyone knows We eat lamb Dont let it grow  scraps  When im done with my raps  Left overs  ill throw to the crows So the story goes  im in the middle of it all  feeling formidable With riddles i scribble Form it all He need a bib  to dribble on Just stop it ! A plug Like a socket Got her number I stock it In my locket  So dont be shocked with it When i give his mother A call