SpEciAl FoRtY 4 InCh HaNdLeR

I'm not a reliable. To be reliable. Unassociable approachable. What do you know. The wicked insane jugga luggler got's flow. But no lette. Place ya bet. Ain't something you can expect. Shits a wreck. & i don't even need a tech. To hit ya. All it will take. Is my fist & chain. Bloody ya face. Stay out of my place. You ain't safe. Crack open. Chosen for the few. That ain't knew. Ain't new. What do you. Really think. Have shit more blowing then a tank. Don't think. Keep with the wicked shit. That i crank. For ya speaker. To not blow himself up. Over shooters. Looking at some 44 d dd ddd hooters. Offing roofers. Scooters. I'm wicked with mines. Not walking in lines. Don't care if you think. This will get me signed. Press rewind. So then i could start my life all over again. From where it begin. Ah i wish like the hoops that goes swish. Leave ya hanging in a ditch. Like a glitch. I got a full fist of rhymes. You couldn't even able. Keep up with the times. As they go on. Fuck i can keep spitting writing forever. That's never endlessly. Of how you would try to handle me. I dare ya. Don't test or try to press. You be all up in a mess. Fuck the rest. Its just a lyrical mass. You can't come to terms. Leave you in the ground. With worms. Slugs & bugs. No rub just shrugs. Don't know how much more i can write. Blow up like mite. Dyno charging like a rhino. So this is where i let off to go. Done finish with my flow. I'm gone.