"brew"
like a pot of water
tip me over easy
i breathe demons and make your soul vanish
you small time like particles
colletively i'm your atom bomb
can't stop my thought process
clashing with times new roman text
swallow whole my the drum beat in your chest
i'm not rhyming for sake of fame
i rhyme for the sake of my name
a wordsmith beyond second lights
drove straight past 3 road splices
headed in a direction that most couldn't drive
i have arrived...i dare you to get in my way
who you? stopping me isn't an option
you 3.5 inch disks have only one choice....flopping.
as you all were.
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