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Vocabutastic


Quantum mechanical combo, armor & ammo I'm an animal on it, clobber and slam flows Yo, go commando, control it with no handles A scandalous, laughin, slow dancin bold vandal Rapping gold in fanciful fashion, cracking skulls (Damn Woah!) Radical spazzing in cavernous catacombs Crafter of mathematical wrath on Rappad at home Suffer much, better know that I got pain Better than the other fucks composing the quatrain No liar, I go higher, my soul's fiery hot flame Yet ice cold, wiley, quite bold, totally got brains Slice throats, flying five miles over a geyser of white snow Gaze into the beauty, moving and my eyes froze Patience is a virtue but I might fold & hurt you Delightful with the verse dude, insightful words true I'm an excitable, berzerk, bright brute   No discerning what the high jerk might do Combining fire with herb and I like brew High off the purp and huffing the right glue Flow goin' higher, total poet fire, combustion Bowl smoking with a broken lighter, munchin' the fried foods Dysfunctional white dude, what I scribble and write's crude Quit quibbling with prisms of light which I get my vision and sight through, you're listening right? You're a victim of life if you're living it trite Abominabal novice's Vomit flow with neausousness Yo, I'm a golden god of this Goin' hotter than a rocket gets Thought's of positives & oppisites Box deposits watched by the cops & pigs & Lots of other hopped up operative's Foolish1420
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