Fast rap

I'm no Sycophant, This is my sicko rant

get cho panties in your knitted dress a little tense

stifled as if you wish to pass a bit of gas like a simple test

when to this rhythm blast that put you in a trance when you listen as,

the deliverance of these syllable's intense

so pay attention, maybe then son, you can pay the ransom

Say you rap son, claiming dragons are blazin rampant

Say I rap son's, claiming weapons aim, snakes have venom

and jeans have denim, damn it, now I'm getting into it

With a rampant habit of a jacking rabbit, cause he can't stand his

rashin', stem it's, flaccid, damn his, reckless, gambit that is lacking

like your damage, couldn't scavenge when there's no wreckage to savage

like his shaggin' no success, cause nobody would suck his so suck this

My bunch of fingers bunches into punches lingering

till your daughter's liver stings, bringing more drama than a motherfucking singer's fling