From the 8th Dimension, I rap, I rhyme, I write, I make, I art, i mess, I math, I perform, I feel, I share, I learn, I impress
Quannum Observation forth-sent by i, SM's, etx. Brain juice in the form of word-like structures.
held it kept it close
carried it upon my shoulders, nestled in between my breasts, I was a fan like a
teen with a beiber poster
never wanna let it go even
when I showed the bros
Next to me when i ate,
buckled up on the interstate
when at night I lay to sleep still my heat be within reach
heavy weigh the instantaneous spray as a
Hurst after bullets taken your breath we be shooting the shit but got my
guard my metal arm and fist, plus its barrel so clean like tweet tweet
marathoner take the streets, triggers say skeet skeet lead shower do excrete
,
my side kick prosthetic
limb my piece protects and also
so my arms forever
free and at peace ... and at piece, yeah it was the piece
My rifle super righteous
mightier than Titans Triton longer than a city pipe this piece so heavy it's
leave your shoes at the back door, im sneakin in the past
I was a high class michigander tennis team champ
A country club racquet team private practice year round machine
nobody could surpass my talents, wins, beastly swing
Sassy me thinking about the summer club moaning lessons
When that that damn ball hit the jags and the Benzes next to the fence
where games end fast cause of that champion named
Amanda Hamlin she has got that back hand branding
foreheads of boyfriends cause she's known to be a spaz
play on grass, asphalt, clay, indoors or out-of-smash
punches as your ass cause opponents spinning fast
the secret the sacred game of tennis, pong, or catch
is short spurts with much curve will make shots extra nasty
aggressively expressing what your strain and swerve been guessing
what combustion what excessive force can come to life minus the cussing
cause you're struggling straight blaming busting assaulting the ball
and your muscles comes troubling, flexing tight profile stance
before the crying wailing tears as I crush the gravel
torque slice strike that tennis ball with love MPH who the hell know
s but the grunt the grip the tennis shoe almost trip,
when Amanda hit the ball it was like she was the let -
the shockingsmiith kind of assist backs you way
boomerang igniter sign said A O K but this is AMA N D A it MDMA ending?
nay, not this chick strangling this handle bold looking for the rows
of strings the bing the ping the Pringles sound the crunch
from tight plastic strands so tight misadjusted makes a fuss
kind of rusty or just a cluster fuck on call yellow bird of fuzzy dust,
the trusty stunts mean musty and massive static if I’m not on till lunch
watch out TEN ZIP SIX OH SIX OH Moms think I’m a bitch
when I play thier kid doncha know, wanting me to give in
but I’ll give in time cause my tits need a bit of rest and some air
and I release the bend in my back and knees cause ill let the trees distract me
from the rubber felt thing fleeing free for a game or three
but I’m always back for victory I fly through finals in no time
modestly refined fore I’m a player not a fighter only enemy gravity
and yester-me shins calf’s core and arms, you see I’m a lifer
with charm in thie peice OH CC bred clean forever
US Dream a meme please PLAY ME !!!!
shoes at the back door track it back to the west representing the oak-land mass sass never surpassed even with a tennis racket jam spring sing when a blast that damn ball and hit the jags and the Benzes next to the fence where games end fast cause of that champion named Amanda Hamlin she has got that back hand branding foreheads of boyfriends cause she's known to be a spaz play on grass, asphalt, clay, indoors or out-of-smash punches as your ass cause opponents spinning fast the secret the sacred game of tennis, pong, or catch is short spurts with much curve will make shots extra nasty aggressively expressing what your strain and swerve been guessing what combustion what excessive force can come to life minus the cussing cause you're struggling straight blaming busting assaulting the ball and your muscles comes troubling, flexing tight profile stance before the crying wailing tears as I crush the gravel torque slice strike that tennis ball with love MPH who the hell knows but the grunt the grip the tennis shoe almost trip, when Amanda hit the ball it was like she was the let - the shockingsmiith kind of assist backs you way boomerang igniter sign said A O K but this is AMA N D A it MDMA ending? nay, not this chick strangling this handle bold looking for the rows of strings the bing the ping the Pringles sound the crunch from tight plastic strands so tight misadjusted makes a fuss kind of rusty or just a cluster fuck on call yellow bird of fuzzy dust, the trusty stunts mean musty and massive static if I’m not on till lunch watch out TEN ZIP SIX OH SIX OH Moms thing I’m a bitch doncha know, wanting me to give in but I’ll give is my tits a bit of rest and some air and I release the bend in my back and knees cause ill let the trees distract me from the rubber felt thing fleeing free for a game or three but I’m always back for victory I fly through finals in no time modestly refined fore I’m a player not a fighter only enemy gravity and yester-me shins calf’s core and arms, you see I’m a lifer with charm in thie peice OH CC bred clean forever US Dream a meme
you think that i'm Canadian because I got a blade beneath my leather laced up kicks and half my teeth knocked out,
cause my faced is stitched up instead of round my rubber pucks,
my lips are blue and pink and they be be kissing Stanley cups,
cause my pony's a Zamboni you think I ain't got no west side story
and you think i'm kinda cold cause my ball's not rolled
instead of 9, we shoot out, and it ain't some round ornage swine dimpled brown ball of twine we got,
like I'm more eh eh than I am USA cause I skate upon a frozen lake, aint no way I'm from the states and I must be expat cause my games xrated
so what my turfs a little pinkened rink and I got a kink in my dinky taped-up, lipped stick, u think like yea, I could be inuit,
cause my dug-out's a deckcage beside my-indoor-only iceblock stage, you say I'm out of range,
so you hate on my jersey, cause instead of 4 we play in 3 , checkered tops on referees, surely can't be land of the free?
You think the RED that I pledge must be Maple Leaf, when I'm telling you, its more like Winged Feet, I'm from the Motor City, I sleep between 5 Seas with the rest of my team !
Wayne Gretzky said it best, you miss 100%
of the shots you never take, so that's why i choose to play
Hockey and I rock a red wing and ain't a jockey, Pbiz Ice Cold, Sports Be The Topic of Current Study , Try and Stop Me
gonna get a philly steak on my lunch break at the penn station down the street it be great gonna fill my tummy up with allot good stuff, east coast hot subs, thick fries fresh cut, just can't get enough, this grub yum yum, call a buddy up, tell him meet you in the parking lot, 1'clock cause its time that you rock this number one sella, yeah its got the props people flock to this spot telling us they want it hot, we be pushing buns through the grill non-stop, no joke no coke we got pepsi products in stock, the only lines we got go down to the next block, babies, moms, grandpops, don't matter - they stuffed, any time of day, in and out quick enough, philly steak to the face any gender age or race, we be serving up great taste all day, penn station be the place, got dough give and take, saying thanks 4 the business growth a steady rate, get praise get fresh get sandwich in your hand fast, get fed, get full, give ya buds better subs than before cause our breads got the score and we get checks done more satisfaction in store mark my word PENN Station right on, lets smash a little more
When word of my swerve fell upon the nut herd… this kid got the blues in a blanket cause he was frightened he was like wha wha wha And jumped under that thing so he could hide.
Cuz my style is so funky, when it hit them it was madness man! All the Sunday funny's cries were heard throughout the land.
The comic strip kids all got the jitters and they bit their bottom lips scared shitless when they heard about the princess BIZ.
The first to sense my incoming finesse was that kid who they all call pig pen. Cause the static from my wackness made the dust and gravel rise like ashes, smacked the kid upon his ass and turned his skin like so damn black no matter how hard you try you couldn't see the poor little man.
Charlie Brown tried to stand his ground so he waited upon his pitcher's mound But when my epic sound hit town, he was nowhere to be found.
This chick Luce had a booth and she tried to soothe the peewee crew cause They lined up like wha wha wha she thought they all should do. She was broke and had a beef with anybody not from her street, so she advised the guys to practice jazz and funk and rhyme so they could battle me when I arrived. No one knew the wiser so they paid the girl in dimes.
Peppermint Patty and Sally hid inside of snoop's co-op to do some rapping, And Woodstock he hollered from the top, calling out to all the birdies who be in his flock.
Snoop came back with ammo stacked cuz it's cause he had heard about my act from the cat who lived next door, so they both warmed up their roars, but of course they all fell short, cause they're soft and I'm hardcore.
When Schroeder read the stats about my super phat 8-track, he tried to tap himself into his inner jazz-man. So he sat at his ivory and blacks and practiced till every fingertip was calloused, out of all the tee-ball batters, this kid surely had the most talent.
But still the challenge, reeked havoc on the graphics, but they did have one advantage. His name was Franklin, and he had that dark brown skin, which mean he had some zing in his ancestral lineage. So they all turned to him to see what he could bring to the table, and he said something about the tower of babel.
So they all grabbed their bibles, tryin' to understand this child, and they read of what transpired when the people's pride was piled too high... when God said quit collabbin', I'm a mix you up like
52 “THE DOPE CREW” #14 Thus Spake Ill The kids in my clique
lick blood straight from my wrists and as they sleep in
ditches I like to trick the little pricks I'm the liquor that they
mix im the poison im the fix the blast the mish mash
the red the blue the black All our families r
getting distant cause were fightin for our caskets My dudes run hard but i
fasten tact upon they ass but when my band of
irrational maggots in a jam they be asking where Im
at cause im nasty on the track on the grind each mind I
come across I do inflict cause this chick's spit's like so legitimate it's so delicious it's a
shame for you to miss, the kids in my audience need doctor visits, the speakers
need bleach when I leak my inner thinks, I Spike souls of hollow
drones and imprison organisms with my visions cause my mission is collision
into schism Im the pitch the fork
the poise who plays destroy I toy so coy, guided by
a blind surmise, abide by tendencies to wreck the the vine the ups
the spine Till we finally arrive
back in time for we deny Welcome to my dome come
along and take a ride im an endless magazine
of slugs, a myriad of lies In the land without a
buoy we dont bob from side to side we deep we slip we sink
we shoot the shit to keep us right Run away says my craze
but my blunt mind says sit tight Navigate through the
maze murder time live praise I crave a taste of brave
I'm the cool from out the cave I'm the kiss on rotting
flesh cause I'm in this thing to save your a little turned off
so away with all your thoughts listen to my beats as I
drown you in the trough take away your long face
ill jump inside your lonely heart My dark cannot be
contained bumpy route is where Im bound I'm the noose Im the
dart Im the devil little nark Im inertia, im the
reincarnation and the start I hop and skip
like pulses I stay poise never tarnished death wishes bleed like
bitches pinned under hills like fishes I aim for prizes in the
valley i'm the sniper righteous like bukkake crime crews
my archery your demise i advise you keep your
eyes diverted from this spectacular sight kick your will my way i
crop it n testafy it fumble you like a crumb
toss your toes n tar them Im amanda kellah hamlin
made to end all of your fun The past held me down
delayed my ballet for hours every now and then my
nervous posture took me south My mind spun entirely
around , I fired off my Five Deez In my mind like a
samurai im a truely blesed emcee You showed me G-code I
held tight my cross sticks in slow motion you get
owned by sticky tricks The next side winder
just another sleeze, i stab it Im the cage after ribs
Im going straight for all the calfs Get it Fight Kick it
stick with lyrics super thick In fear some insist keep
it tight but i resist you cant subdue me but
im truest in the crew I abuse the right to
sleep I accuse the pews While im strapped
embedded locked in a Tabernacle A fox no den a crock of
hungry wolves in zen\ My eyes say quiet time
while my blue work on the lines I apply the vibe and
take the ride across the endless sky My trails weave in and
outta flimsy ties my chemisist decides who
shalll live and who will die I fade in and out but i
was made to get it out I shout I rap Ill trap
you Ill attack But never willl I tell
you all about the way back When suicidal losers
wanna get that little thing they lack I lay down the facts and
hang them upon the rack I used to lose it cause
this monkey's on my back Now hes my main criptic
passenger im glad to have him stacked Shit gets risky quick
when fools wanna roast my mind like dietitions saying
fist sized chicken cut'll get you right Never slay but rule of
thimble kinda nice Im a doll, son of a
biscuit, coppin' dice Roll the glock over top
it off cause im outta sight My clique got caught
rockin me from under spots like a bob cat walkin
modeled me cause im so nice Love this shit to pieces
but im bleeding out my christ drippin on your gown red
blood from my mic
You think im out my zone cause i dont
really fit your mold
but I'm a surrly fully loaded goioly bout to give it to ya folks bout to blow
ya mind foes can't touch me with a ten foot pole
cause while some got dough and chains, biznotch got game and funk and soul
I go left and rightly so, I squiggle round and curve to and fro
I serve a slew of rhymes with style with a side of guess and know,
I mix in mental tricks try to sicken up your dome
trap you quick The shit i spits so toxic
I make Members of the audience need doctor visits
used to riot used to fight it but my synapses are shy
so no longer can they frolick, theyre too slow to really rock it
still i roll but all my fiest got heisted during the electroshock
they had to cut my memory in half so they could block
about a dozen trains of thoughts and then they locked me up
They said my rhymes were wack; I told them I couldn't stop in fact
They fed me melodies and lies in hopes of remedies
still i dreamed of killer beats so I could could nod my head in peace
What I spit was listerine cause post-lobotomy, im clean
my rhymes dont blow, they suck and few heads can handle me
First off princess on her throne, can't walk the walk
Biznotch kinda hood so ya'll just wanna mock
Last up, just Me, Amanda, the diseased
My daddy calls me B I'm a bitch plain and simply
I'm a master at sporatic rhyme flows on paper sheets
but i choke in every battle like im hanging from a tree
cause my weaponry consists of nothing but a dream
that end of life release craved by suicidal minds
like my sister rest in peace she died in blue and 2 feet high
I push the noose to enemies like vacuum sales peeps on the streets
protect ya neck is what i preach but the scenes put you to sleep
I got heaps of heebie jeebies but my violent side's weak
I try to keep my crudest muses and my evil omens quiet
But Locked up like fort knox I got an arsenal of shocks
The sermons slowly leak like mycelium does from beneath
Blood guts grime crime wreak hell as they creap
I got Sermons slowing seeping parasitic attitudes
Omens knock me over Ring of deadly Fueds Knock knock heres a clue OMENs
Poison all your livestock fill all the tombs to the top
Plague you dome and stop your heart with evil rotton plots
but alas I'm just a fast talking wannabe obscene
Part of me wanna shine some light on but I refuse to quit the dream
I'd rather blind your eyes cause I just ain't got no need for being scene
Here here this royal highness deem 2 ears and a mic all she need
My fists be clenching ink but I'd drop you drown the kitchen sink
cause once my pipes done got you gripped its up to me where they get linked
Ill take you places you didn't think a pretty girl like me would wander
I get kinky with my ponders but my verbiage dark and somber
you'd be finder of my flows if I could just direct them yonder
cause my frontinb' downright daunting, damn, my stubborn cunt's sure just
me jammed
cause I clam up and block my Hauck, Keeping PG
has been my plan,
Like an angel, man, i've tried, but straight up truth ought be provided
Ego straight bitch, I hugged myself into da
clink got me poppin what they say black my lashes up a bit cause im back full
attack this time brought my pack of cigs cause i aint no princess biznotch for
the kids said my piece bout the neck now im reping where im at cause im underground
for good but im sticking with the facts
Im a chick weak clique but im straped with
rhymes for miles
I was raised in the burbs, hip hop brought me
smiles
took me out the picket fence, ima henchmen on
the bend
cause I call my daddy Wu when I feel i gotta
vent
Emcees came and went, mentally in flames, I'm
spent,
Sent on a death dash every fool who on the set
Wanna talk lead shower but they flows go sour
Cause beyond the surface top live a girl who got
power
So heres your princess, simply distresslesss
You can shake me poke me rape me but I never
will confess,Cause this chick god blessed with a love for mental festering,One
day ill caress all you heads with messy things
Cause yeah I'm kinda goth with a buttress fully
stocked,
While im strapped embedded locked in a
Tabernacle box
Like a fox in a den except im hungry for the
shocks
Take me out rent me PLEASE I got the pussy
chicken pox
Wanna hop and skip your pulses make you ask ya
dude what?
Cause I Love this shit to pieces but not sure if
you inoculated, yet, if you crew, if you hear with one or two, can you
recognize game if I’m rocking me some blues?
Can’t subdue my endless chew out of these
rappers in the stew cause I got a lot of flavor you can call me bouillon cube,
NET worth: Lambourghini, Horsepower: Fettuccini,
My torque dependent upon my vials from Houdini,
I fade in and out but i was made to get it out
I shout I rap Ill trap you and believe me Ill
attack
After taking out your ribs im going straight for
the calf,
One day this ill I got’ll spat upon the track,
but for now I keep on cackling’ cause you still think Its an act
I used to lose it get confused when emcees spew
clever cues,
Now im the same way I stick em just right where
I choose
Im amanda kellah Hamlin, sent to end the damn
parade
Here to set your float ablaze, Ill ruin
anybody’s day
I’m a sinner please forgive me but my niche just
needs a fix,
My pseudo-afro pick tell you I somewhat give a
shit
I crave a taste of brave I'm the cool from out the
cave
I'm a kiss on killahs graves guess how I praise
the ones who ain’t been laid
your a little turned away so off with all your
thoughts
I’m a little sharp spark pluggin straight into
ya heart
I'm the noose Im the dart Im the devil little
nark
Im inertia, im the reincarnation and the start
My death wish bleeds like a bitch does from her
knees
I never tease but damn how I can keep sleezes
like a Super righteous sniper I bukkake by my Mic-holds, check my prose, then
repeat, you swear to god how I disclose
In my mind like a samurai im a truely blesed
emcee
You showed me code I held on tight through the
doom and out the free,
Still rock in slow motion you get owned by my
sticky tricks
The next side winder up dominatrix
Shit gets risky when fools wanna roast my mind
like dietitions saying fist sized chicken cut'll
get you right
Never slay but rule of thimble kinda nice
You ain't a head until you got mad plights
trying to blind ya this hip hop plight like demons feeding mice
provide flows by rhyme alone without
context get you toast! If my tongues kinda tied ill la la la till the pen dies
but when I’m outta tries, its t9ime to recognize.
But never do I fade out; I keep it on
track,
I puff I pass to you be from my soul and not my
ass
Because I’m a little spacey while the rest are
kind janky,
I expect your ass to thank me from tid-bits from
my compilation,
Smoke cigs in front of your kid, Pompous my main
gig,
I trump your game in skill but speed remains
with those who stick with it,
I ride it out I write it down I’m forever
underground
Ima pass on dthis, said I when I shoulda wowed
brass tax straight up this shade of pink ain’t
tough
from this side of the court I rep the spot but
you all are stuck, I'm a HUE-man, a white whore wit some poise, I swat at
your flies for your cause my arms my only toy I chase beat shoot the shit and
claim crime be on the rise just cause I can’t see nobody smiling wide outside
my lion pride
call me PB, heard about my
rhyme spree?
my momma said amanda, then began the beat,
forever been a twisted sister and bit of a freak,
believe you me do i gots nice genes,
My doctor says I’m wack and
gives me pills I gotta pop
But deep within me creeps the
damnest thoughts I cannot talk
Since the mental break rage and
hate came awake
Even electro-shock therapy was
just a waste
Post-lobotomy my synapses still
on the grind
On the mic or on the page I
tear it up and cause abrasions,
a maniac on the track a
psychotic ticking time bomb
I’m strapped with rhymes for
miles, I’m flowin’ all the time
I attack and cause fractures
with my killer rhyme sprees
Can’t stop my sporadic emcee
represnting : east, west, Protect ya neck cause I’m after all who wack, in
fact,
I push nooses door to door like
people selling vacs
I’m straight stricken with the
sickness and its seeping from my core, ignore me me never or my clever bound
you under the floor boards, I roar, like an omen spreading ten fold put u in a
comatose so watch you're toez, cause.imma coming from below like mycelium grown
Since afflicted by the crypts,
the shit that I spit’s so toxic,
I make kids from my audience
need doctor visits
The speakers need bleach when I
speak my inner thinks
cause i'm vicious and
infectious, cause more than hookwinks
I'm possessed by a demon
since that day I damned the bitch
My tongues split, like a
serpent with a tight grip
on my mic spewing quick from
out my esophagus
My dead heart tears apart my
vocal box and flapping lips
I'm a brainiac, in fact I'm highest in the class I schooled the teacher equals I be skippin passt ya I learn fools at the school of biz and write the rules Wipe Degrees from your face shock me with a Joules Instill in the pupils fuel more valuable than rupels Instrumental tools of virtue all truths lessoning the scruples For better future we say pass on what is futile Time to recessitate the youth for His approval Classes high on scores, my essey, Tido, could do more cause hes A C T away, buses short-staffed, Of course The principals a fun da mentally challengentlemen Detention shunned by rule of thumb, the other eight the apple core handed in your dog cause you thought assignment more rough Embarking up the tree of knowledge Grow a Stumpasore Epistemilogy-whizz upon the classroom floor We noses up the smarties used to pixiestick whiteboards Lines of Dickinson, we read, better heads than before Smily face stickers on the papers for rewards For Amanda hides the formaldehyde, anatomy a time to ride Girls and guys are given Pi in faces that are value-size Demise of economics cake batter in your eyes Get a whooping cough if you dare to drop behind Cushin bowls of Chronic nicooteeny tiny Tim be on it Smokin from his fam than there's Samurais in Japan I teach how to grow supplywooden board screw and damn Demonstrate shot a man down tryna reprimand Study was, hunky dory now he understand Poking Sally in the back He be ready I exam
Captivator demonstrator, samurai Empire primer ...
Emcees came and went, mentally in flames, I'm spent, sent, gassed, on a death dash,
In ears of Wu in red I'm lead From the rays to the splash
Just beyond the surface top, tossed trash kinda track
I mask a wish to be the best as I rest under obsidian rock blessed
My Brain spew stew, now slurp my mumble jumble til u rumble forever know a G who pulled the lever
Who be PB? I'm an H-E-A-D, A yoke and a rope got me tied to a post yep,
This is princess simply distress less, while you try to scope me out im soaking wet shouting out
I reek devout To the folks I'm stooping low but to you I'm on my toes
Shake me poke me vote me insane but no one's to blame
I came like whoa as we moped and slipped the slope,
My brain floated up cranium like Humpty dump,
I rolled and kept with the flow as the dust settled n such
My head bones thick enough to take your tusks out to lunch
I crunch serial killers counting on a hollow box
Nah I'm goth with a buttress fully stocked, my knot got me locked so I keep it fly with Parisian talks,
Pterodactyl flocks shocked I round-house kicked em out like my ave's I got from my pops,
Styles loud n sharp I rock facial scars plowed from chicken pox like i fought mounds of crud but Now I'm clean, clear and yes, I do strut, In - Dee- End the only pounds be found around my gut
My crown triple spiked tight with HG mercury from seat nuts and also octopus-E
Spaced-out grout got my tiles stuck on a different route
As my smiles turn to growls from the lips on my pout,
Grab a towel wipe ya sweat cause my upper fuzzy lips may doubt,
My skulls took it south full of shards and algea shocks,
My morrow followed barnacles n stuck straight to ship docks,
The name came in dribbles out your mothers navel
Numbed from tickles 9 months out her kettle,
Relinquish never but tear apart your scripts and letters,
Bitch ploease oops nah Doomed forever by the skittle,
Killer thrills built by nihilistic kids with pens and bit tittles ,
Like a fiddle play PB from a distance thats the scribble,
Bid never, no Sale Don't gamble with her brittle,
Baby pit G-nut bred, hell bent, heaven sent
Return to sender the ruckus but never quit the RED----
HEAD
Captivator demonstrator, samurai Empire primer ...
Emcees came and went, mentally in flames, I'm spent, sent, gassed, on a death dash,
In ears of Wu in red I'm lead From the rays to the splash
Just beyond the surface top, tossed trash kinda track
I mask a wish to be the best as I rest under obsidian rock blessed
My Brain spew stew, now slurp my mumble jumble til u rumble forever know a G who pulled the lever
Who be PB? I'm an H-E-A-D, A yoke and a rope got me tied to a post yep,
This is princess simply distress less, while you try to scope me out im soaking wet shouting out
I reek devout To the folks I'm stooping low but to you I'm on my toes
Shake me poke me vote me insane but no one's to blame
I came like whoa as we moped and slipped the slope,
My brain floated up cranium like Humpty dump,
I rolled and kept with the flow as the dust settled n such
My head bones thick enough to take your tusks out to lunch
I crunch serial killers counting on a hollow box
Nah I'm goth with a buttress fully stocked, my knot got me locked so I keep it fly with Parisian talks,
Pterodactyl flocks shocked I round-house kicked em out like my ave's I got from my pops,
Styles loud n sharp I rock facial scars plowed from chicken pox like i fought mounds of crud but Now I'm clean, clear and yes, I do strut, In - Dee- End the only pounds be found around my gut
My crown triple spiked tight with HG mercury from seat nuts and also octopus-E
Spaced-out grout got my tiles stuck on a different route
As my smiles turn to growls from the lips on my pout,
Grab a towel wipe ya sweat cause my upper fuzzy lips may doubt,
My skulls took it south full of shards and algea shocks,
My morrow followed barnacles n stuck straight to ship docks,
The name came in dribbles out your mothers navel
Numbed from tickles 9 months out her kettle,
Relinquish never but tear apart your scripts and letters,
Bitch ploease oops nah Doomed forever by the skittle,
Killer thrills built by nihilistic kids with pens and bit tittles ,
Like a fiddle play PB from a distance thats the scribble,
Bid never, no Sale Don't gamble with her brittle,
Baby pit G-nut bred, hell bent, heaven sent
Return to sender the ruckus but never quit the RED---
Its a brainiac attack! spectacular disaster its erratic SMACK to the max impact im after time for a psychedelic acid trip alas so drip five inside mine eyes and drop a blotter after Blast! sporative laughter captivate my mind all night Ecstatic satisfaction and deliciousness collide Til visions extra wise arise colors super bright Light climbs from outta corners
#1.
a brainiac attack, spectacular disaster
Stirring up rubble down-a-trip-cid-istic travel
Blotta ripper drip mine eyes or extendemon highs, sir
Tons of wonder not zi deez befores ive undone fiver
Sidney uncollid-a-shall we psychatrip tonighter
Real erratic smack to the max impact designer
Paralyz-a lapse in awe of extralaugh insider
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