jot.

The sword slips my mind like it's a dull thought
Doesn't cut it if it won't jot
It's only store-bought
I don't condone a flow
If it makes the boat rock
So odd we're even
Do you mean it? I really hope not
Synchronize the beat like a robot
I coat it in oil
Self-control in all her low spots
Slow burn, I let it sit inside the roast pot
Smoke blows over
Then it's time to make the show stop
It grows hotter
I grow smarter
Yeah, the ball's in my court
Watch me score
Like a globe-trotter
Spin it around my legs
Dangle it like a trick
Saxophone on the rim
RX Karma with the lick
Fried parm on the chick
Find the star in the stick
I break it on a line
I found a vein for me pick
I'm South-Pass-pretty
Gold's a flake in the pan
I don't know what I don't know
But you can make me understand
Lips on lips
Drip bush on scruff patch
I don't give a fuck if it's enough
I give the love back
Competitive rhythms
Gotta system in a tough match
Bite of her cookie
So please cook me up good batch
Deserve dessert
Which word is worse
The verses I rehearse or if you wanna curse me first?
Yeah, I'm thirsty 'n worthy bitch
Of a Hershey burst
The slurs and verbs
Are dirty with
Pearls of courage
Sweat glands demand a lot on my dish face
Fifth place, somedays
Feels like this game is bitch-made
Promethean leadership
Drip clay on stitch flames
Michelangelo dome
I kick it with my sensei
(Wolf's cool MJ scats)



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