The Syllable Killer

Get riddled with this pistol like the bullets are thick bristles

Till the tip sizzles like I hit you with six missiles.

Put so many holes in you, when the wind blows, your shit whistles.

Every time I spit riddles, I get tickled like Mrs. Frizzle.

Because my dick makes her giggle.

When I stick that shit in her middle.

You're a chick with tits that won't jiggle

You're about as sick as the Wiggles.

You're just a prick, here's a thimble.

The way I spit is so nimble.

Spread you out on the pavement like peanut butter on pumpernickel.

Highly defined, here's another pixel.

You still suck on your mother's nipples.

While I'm hittin' that every night, smack that ass watch the blubber ripple.

I'm rippin' the competition, watch the blood as it runs, it trickles.

You're superficial and stupid fickle.

For my next trick, I'll strip your mind from the ventricles

with my menacing tentacles.

I get presidential credentials

You're strictly residential while I am defectively mental.

And yes, it is intentional.

Directional with this pencil perception of a professional

Incredibly delectable hallucinogenic edibles are plentiful and now I'm Alter-dimensional

I belong in a correctional

Facility because I know that this invincibility is a sign of instability.

Plus I'm killin' these syllables with such agility and ability.

My mouth tastes like acidity, man you've gotta be kiddin' me

If you think you can get rid of me, get the fuck out of my vicinity

The day I step off is when politicians have validity in their publicity.

I'm on a continuous soliloquy and I could give a fuck if you're feelin' me.