Hello, how are you today, triumphant despite the fact the clouds are gray and unappealing
like hairy pussy looks like a rat's toupee, I need that, cryo-react to wash away the cares
of the day, it's Mr. Outhouse Mouth, Mr. Intricate Weaved in the Spider's Touch, plush to the
touch, your pillow fork plush plush, your pillow pool pillowcases, I'm blinking my black
blazes, busted legs slow up, I'm wrong only wrong until I woke up on the leg of instrumental,
try humping your nut and your lily putting, I bet he crock a piece to disappointment,
joy turned to ash in your mouth, no smile and your mouth's broken, my bro to call the
murder, all of your massacre, massacled daffodil trill, undecibel slick, the rubbing helmet
tip on the clit, lubricated with spit, climb on the clock and call it Everest, the blind
is a beat with memory foam mattress, large areola double D's, with a fat ass like a bouncy
castle, hands on a cloud that I could squeeze.
But the letter W is two V's, having a play date, you act while I placate, like New York's
trip trainer, dad James, of his washays and chains, in the year of the horse, I'm not
horsing around, like China trade illegal ivory, I'll give so grand a robbery, on instrumentals,
haters critique with no credentials, spite the bowel movement of your life, get off the
shitter and live.
Yo P's, what up?
Mr. Lime, are y'all already coked up?
Sluice.
Yeah.
Yeah.

Yeah.

Got off the Brooklyn Bridge with a pack of 26 dogs, or off that Matthew Henson realness.
So above it.
So above it.
Beggars can't be choosy, truly, never gave a dookie, I'ma do me, looking goofy in a
Jim Brown kofi even.
True deep ball being reached, I fleece noose, big trees, and these my seedlings, maybe you
need high seat days.
In peace stains and deep knee bends, storefront bishop, push a sterling, flow mark urgent,
manifesto and sloppy cursive, want my baby, your balaclava, I'm rocking 40 below, it's
a turban, ancient burner, foam chirping, ox blood first shirling, amber alert, family
get earthed, safety first, I'm mad where you weren't, blackest ever black, no refunds
in return, slow burn, molasses right, like you don't have to be heard, heads bashed at
birth, even the rocks cry, tongues undyed, deep web archive, arch bar fly, powered by
palm wine, piss on your top five, ooh, baby I like it raw high, slap your stinkbox lopside,
till the ham hocks come knocking.
Couple hundred dollar kick rock, a new year, my click prime, spell black linguine, tossing
basil on a tetrazzini, no comp, lay flat, Detroit red post, conks, capola mean, tip
dock, stay sharp.
We NY get live, at the end of the fur line, engineered garments, returning to get you.
We NY get live, we NY, any stud in these barbecue tofu neighbors, rappers on the ass, end of
a whipping, showing out, can't nobody put a finger on these naps, not even slightly.
Who wants that?
I was the man.
Means they hit the ground, limping like red cars, new hubcaps.
From the Super Tim era, we not for play play.
We NY get live, NY get live, high.