nimrod

Meteors throat punch TV works they soak up Leaving words speakings terse Reading verse go nuts Dicing these samples Hit 'em with the boom bap Mics you can't handle Switching both your moods fast Hiding in your mantle Claiming you've mantled Plaques on the mantle Only are a handful When I'm throwing shit in the wok I'm a pebble to Tony Hawk Turning sick spores Penmanship forced Permission slips forged Getting wrists sore Plenty nixed scores Sending mixed lore Ending clique sure Rest did switch more My missed fits turned me to a misfit Mischief Cigs lit swerved me to a dipshit Pissed Sid Fixed it learning how to spit sick Hip dicks Mix this yearning to get rich quick Bitches Y'all suck on thumbs While I'm biting mine Spitting at your souls So much you'd better shine Holding onto pens But never writing rhymes Flaunting so much But most of it's Rhine Take the silver from your chain Make the lining for my life Hate the iller for the pain We put you guys through every night Spraying filler Craving Miller Staying stiller Than my might Feel as cool as Roderick In Loded Diper talking shit It is so ironic No one here is spotting this But the weight is like a Wailoid Respect isn't something you can pay for Stay blocking paths like a Snorlax Cause they is jealous I lack snores Y'all grabbing heaters with this forecast But hide behind hate inside a glass door