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Candy

i like the rhythm when the rhythm's writhing harder
than an anorexic epileptic choking on a candy bar
like it's a hard on. Spits it raw
rewind reverse attack guffaw
relaxes back so faggots had a chance to slurp it like a straw
depants his average rappers passions. sassafras or cherry malt
adequate cant advance a rappers canvas. sugar coaters fall
that hook's to lure the fishes too viscous with bitches that declaw
and snips his wriggling inches, no stitches, till knight's too roused to crawl
I'm baiting you. Wait? What?
Is such n such too flustered to creep up under the aqueduct?
Did mamma stuff pumpkin's lunch with a bunch of fuckin crunch n munch?
So fuckin much that pumpkin can't come up with food that isn't junk, no sustenance?
Trouble is that common sense says a culture of hominids too sugar high on Ritalins
to recognize the hand that feeds is spoonin em all marshall mallow, candy sans the AlphaBits.
I ate em all and spit more in my refuse when i get the shits
while imitating Lil Wayne knowing what a thesaurus is

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