freestyle

at this moment in time, im only able to say whats on my mind, a freestyle is in line to arrange this strange pain i feel to explain whats real, when, what do i really know about the all knowing magical, mystical, creature, this perfect feature, see, here, lays a girl,

who, curls to unfurl her latest disaster, step aside and the master take over. I fall off the track to smacked back and shape up, multiple slip ups like the occasional hik up, amateur flow but only he knows that these beats and rhymes fornicate the greatest thing in my bed, like a softest, jolliest comfiest, bed, but, instead i get tossed aside forgotten like last years pride.

replay that emotion so familiar it is to me since it was last thing that rang true to me. cancel all plans, refund to all fans, then tell dan that stan is the man. yeh stan is the man. dr. suess flow, simpology is how it goes, but if ya dont know now ya know ya know.

biggie biggie biggie cant ya see, that sometimes these girls just wanna sippy sippy sippy from the glass were i slipped them a mickey mickey. the room turns topsy turvy. race car derby style the crowd goes wild and how now brown cow can you tell me that this is bound this play a foul.

my mind is as wild as this rhyme is never makes sense sorta makes sense since my senses escape me then backs up to date me, then do a 180 n tell me that they hate me. man dont try n play me lady, im not that crazy. i got 2 cents in my pocket with a packet of dust, lust, trust me when i tell ya its all lies but what lies beneath the surface is another level of nervousness.

its the hebe jebies! the straight scabby creepy crawly mother sons of guns, that have ya just jiggling cuz this life is just too much fun. too much of a good thing can leave ya with a cruck in ya neck but heck, i aint had this much funs since the berlin wall came down and jack n jill went up that hill to fall like communism with a frown.

historically, i never gave a damn since i never had a prince or princess, i best try on my sundays best to offer up the congregation of prasin and prayer is what i need at the moment along with a fat stack of that fat cash.

i disappoint to the point where i miss the point to begin with. whose he here with? never mind the nonsense just light up the incense and pay respects to the fallen senseless and since this will be my last hit i'll pass the joint because like i said i disappoint to the point where...wait. what was my point?