In Theory
• Written by FreeMason
Ay yo, I got more spirit than
Skinny bitches eating my lyrics
I'm so cynic that these rappers fear it
When I start doing Pyrrhic's butt naked and satiric
My limericks are esoteric to those who hear it
Fat bitches in a chariot, and I finna carry it
Catch em' with a lariat, at any variate
I'll split em' like genetic prokaryotes
I've been at it since alchemy was synthetic
And since pregnant women became peripatetic
Apathetic medics prescribe the sick my emetic
Prophetic homiletics to circumcise porcupines
I stay sharper than smart kids in sharpeners
More bills than Clinton dealing with marketers
Using instrumentals, create ornamental
Until the fans are incremental
Detrimental parental controls
For a horny twelve year old
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FreeMason
Member since July 14 2015