Not caring
...Lmao it's funny how ...idgaf but It seem like I'm caring ... I'm not selfish cuz I hate shell fish spell this limerick out like a poem deep solom ohms I shoot volts of knowledge to ya brain it's insane to think that when I'm done any bodies home... I make a hater stiff garden gnome got my observers like he flows so effectively with effortless effort...I follow my discipline cuz every opportunity pays... My perspective is autonomous ... And I'm averse to killing a verse I write not for my haters or my lovers I write for no fame yet I seek none other I go for the glory as I skate across paper thin sheets of ice like a figure skater...this poem is admittedly for my haters to hate some more and if u hate my flow that I dish out like fresh baked cookies allow me to show u the door.... I floor my haters with hard knock lyrics... My flow is avid I flow with pure avidity as I avert these haters like a pro aviator averting a crash landing ... So my people gather round cuz this whole thing is like a assembly so let me reassemble these verses and my lines as I float across Ur mind. So that when I reach the end of time I reach it with nothing but what's rightfully mine ur mind ur time niggas I own ur attention got u playing in my hand like a dam puppet. So that makes me the puppet master naruto bitch my mom would be granny chino ... I'm neutral I'm on no sides yet I'm more sided than an 8 sided rubrics cube... I'm more complex than I'm more complex than shit forget it I'm the most complicated nigga... Banking 18 figures like I'm bill gates... The great Gatsby my nigga we turning this shit up.we gamble in this life call this shit high stakes... See I'm balling like a boss with my verbal limerick that roams free Rick Ross my words are fat as hell...my words hot as hell....if poeticness was a crime i would be conducting verbal manslaughter I'd be a high risk fugitive...okay... Allow me to go in...see I'm ripping the script tearing the seems my perspectives so far not even God can see me what I do where I am I'm so top dog cuz these bitches loving me like I'm Canadian bacon. What's shaking if you wanna pop on the sly I'll bake you and just call this shit shake and bake maaaannnn you don't know about me if I told you the type of shit I could accomplish you wouldn't wanna be next to me. If I spit a few bars I would fly higher than a tree. I'm so high up with my shit mount everest is second highest to me if I spit my realist flow niggas would just drop dead just from fear of my next line. I make niggas think when I drop my shit . I've been to places only gods could be.
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