Sunday Sixteen #1

Sunday Sixteen for sixteen Sundays/

Is one way to show that my flow isn't mundane/

I am the rails, you failures are just on one train/

I come trained to demolish everything in this punks range//

You're dumb brain couldn't fathom what's happening/

Or even begin to comprehend the patterns I'm rapping in/

You're nuts madly attacking in hope that I don't come back again/

But that is when I actually snap and grab the magic pen//

And I don't mean from a game of league/

My penmanship is legendary when I grace a beat/

Infinitely intricate, while you simply spit with a basic speech/

I'll eat you losers just to taste defeat//

I still remain conceited despite my humbleness/

But fuck it I'm don't with this/

Hit the like button that is under this/

Sunday Sixteen spit session number one; finished//