Odd Toddlers (freeverse)

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Tips blistered, writing quick wit dessert
Hit a lick to kill your mister rappin wizard, ive been heard
 
with a fat bitch choking on some mollies
dont know who the fuck she is but i hit it on the volley
yo im quick to cloak the overdose, so she will never call me
backpacked and strapped,so tell that fuckin fat bitch i ball free
grab my bat through the back go down the street catch all three
my wake is rapey drake, meet and beat ,that shit is all me
 
young doom, baby boomer like misogyny
trip shit, slit a wrist then im writing shit novelly
yall got some balls to be claiming that yall be free
feed the prick, shit eating grin,this bitch is sick of collard greens
clean the chin, sick again, looking for a god to plea
split a 10, reap the sins, in a hot shot monopoly
dip and whip my stick, yes this odd broad enthrottles me
sock the cock, she spock vulcan pinch my shit sloppily
Its not odd to scoff upon this gods modesty
 
Mocking lots because I'm godless like Nietzsche
plot atop a bitch who's topless falling caught in the bleacher
forgot to pop a set of rocks and slaughter with a cleaver
Ayy bitch the smell of dead skin never fails to smell sweeter
I take my shit in a whole new directive
Just bought a vat tube of mountain dew
With my grandfathers pension
I push an envelope of tropes
to fit my minds main digression
Learn to lurk I put to work
overheard absurd lessons
 
 
Repeat the beat mistreat it when im back again
Chattin up yo bitch yo my shit Zapp Brannigan
Taxodermy never hurt me when I destruct fuck a Mannequin
Better luck fuckboys, go stay on that fashion shit
 
 
 

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