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I sip my morning John Coffey. Not like the drink and not spelled the same. Another
Green Mile to walk. Execute this brain. Spoken word. This word
is known to me. Planted my feet in it. And grew a Poet Tree. I'd bring my soul with me
and pray to the Gods that they have as much faith in me as I have that they are not.
If I had one. But I have no soul. I'm a shoe without an insert.
Walk those coals. Rap overcast?
Clouded judgement. Emcees, living orange soda dream in a FANTA-sea
But if a woodchuck could chuck Norris I'm that beaver.
De-evolving. Time is filled with too much leisure. We left our pagers in the past and
replaced them with a Beiber. Who needs to think when we have quotation T-Shirts?
Cleanse your GAME-BOY, puke em. Game controller in our hands with our DUKE-s up NUKE 'EM
Funk Volume numero cinco, I haven't rapped since jeans were
Jenko
But the competition's wack. Skin them all make minkcoats. Drop rappers down a
peg - PLINKO. Mine Craft. If only we could KRAFT minds. Without the phony cheese
behind the macaroni lies. Behinds be out of line. Bring the butt floss.
You've been sipping too much wu-TANG. You bring no ruckus. Me neither.
I'm a bleeder. The only punch I have is Hawaiian... Pizza. I go HAM!!
and pineapple toppings. Rap is for the birds. All the *** it's been dropping.
*** a double dutch. Please - HOPSIN. Teach these smoking retards ILL MINDS run thin.
Like anemic blood. Like F.E.M.A. help. In a Nemo storm. With temperatures below the belt.
Minds are shrinking.
Like a *** in the cold. Players with no goals and the score is double O. How could it not be?
You're all copies of copies... of copies ... of copies.
See the signs?
Stop. Please. Damn!
I had a plan to talk clever. Rap about how cool I am but i'm just not. And I was never.
I just want to wake up tomorrow and live today a "LITTLE BETTER". Like a MIDGET
at a Craps Table. WIthout the crap. Flush Lever. And if my life is in the toilet like I'm
told it was.
Turn this *** into a super BOWL. Buzzzz. In their ears on the radio. Like bees on an I-pod.
Like feedback from a SPEAKER and ignore them like they're by-laws. M. R. Thompson
Get to know him. Organic Poet Tree. Start growing.