Elementary

It seems to me, like elementary, other fuckers can't rap with the symmetry

Hit and stuck in Smuckers jelly, like their cemetery, the situation is scary and a little bit hairy

Oh what the fuck!? Big named flows in prose run amok, lacking to pack any stows of gumption

Just assumptions, presumptions of how a rapper's lip flapper is supposed to function

Well here is my dysfunction, I'm off at the next junction, off to sext my ex then tongue lunge with suction

Oh what an eruption, when her red head is blown off, sewn to the bed, by the neck, I suspect no more cough

Go ahead check, I'm sure she's dead, just like the game of Hip Hop that you've bred

Drip drop, is that rain? Your flow is sprained but mine's a hurricane, It's just inane, I lust to adjust till insane

My mental vein, then my dental spew, it's a rental clue from a being I knew

Who taught me, caught me in a knot, see? Deadlier than a Nazi with a lot of Nurgle's rot, G

With gurgles, disturbed ghouls, and misheard tools to reduce you to a third of syllables

I said I've got a saw, to go and claw you raw, bend and mend your skin again till it's red, then thaw

Your dead in a stall, but now you can't stall the crawl, of your soul against the wall

So I rashly lash it with a whip, slip you into a hash hit sip, then light the shit

I bite your wight with ignited fit, delighted at the sight of this grit