my tongue is like a razor, my fingers are like hooks
my words are full of flavour, my verse reads like a book
I savour how my sabre slices through your foot
then carves right through your wanker, and comes out through your butt
I don't really know Marty, but having no party, that's pricelessness
when you consider your own snarky diss about indecisiveness
what future can you build when you ain't even chose hardly a single position to stand behind and list?
I'll twist your spine around till' you smell your own farts, see? then I'll aim for your eyes and piss
I'm kinda sick when I rhyme like this
vaginas split from the size my dick is
you got the kind I squint in order to even witness
your bird left you cause' of that bite sized shit
and then to top it off ,the neutrinos, the superpositions
the only thing you got that's super is your stupor and stitions
you're just a pseudo-intellectual loser that's sittin'
at your computer and siftin' through pseudonyms to make it seem like you knew what you're spittin'
You're a boozer who's been neutered and I'm looser with writtens
your autism is a acuter than a slew of conditions
you're a user, an abuser of a slew of prescriptions
you've got a tiny cock and the IQ of a chicken
you do what you do due to addiction
I do what I do to construe beautiful rhythms
I'll choose a depiction of you that's more fittin'
so change your pic into an artistic rendition of a newborn kitten
now I'm really going try hard with my bars
sublime bard, stab you in the neck with broken rhyme shards
I'm by far the best, but time's hard to catch
who knows what kind of lyrics I'd architect
if that's where my bar was set, but I chose a different plan
a different trail to carve out and set, but you on the other hand...
try as you may,
everything you ever do will be stupid and gay