Ph.R.

Listen up, I'm only gonna tell you one time

I'm twisted n lifted, but I'm spittin' out dimes

My very existence is resistance, a natural crime

Technician of Transitions, Ph.ysician of R.hyme

First lesson, a session, in how to flow like water

Or even stronger, like the waterfall between the legs of your daughter

Get their ears herded up, corralled like cows to the slaughter

Then shoot em up like your ex when you caught her

Word choice is half the battle, but not enough to rattle my brain

I know you got one, also know that doesn't mean that it's sane