Blehh
• Written by StevieeSteez
You must be trippin' on some psilocybin,
You bitch so much like your menstrual cyclin',
A mental Titan i'm, you're a gentle lion,
When I write, my pen gets violent,
You need a license, while I'm.. I'm autopilot,
You know my rhymes they got honcho vices,
You daunt to violence and talk to silence,
I'm seein thru like Nostradamus,
Every quote I spoke is honest,
Your doped out and hooked on like phonics,
Almost unconscious, and tho your nauseous,
My flows so toxic, that it eats my esophagus,
Back to my pen being grim and scary,
Like royal blue, with Jim Carrey,
It's attacking me if I'm rappin' weary,
That's why i'm active and literary,
Writin' till my visions narrowing,
I just smoked two Asians barely,
they repeat the same shit like a parakeet,
Can't hold up, need a transplant for a pair of knees,
God damn a hand cramp from handin' these
lambs some ample treats from my rambling,
Bout to shake things up like a tambourine,
Or like dice when I am gambling,
I'm so hoarse that I cause a stampede over families,
then find a way to drown three manatees,
Make a Panda freeze and join a band of fleas,
Latch onto anything, whether land or sea,
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StevieeSteez
Member since August 28 2015