I've been spittin' since the infinite was split into minutes/ I've been making it rain since cum was extended to women// I give lectures to Lecters like I'm agent Starling/ I'm "Grandmister J" with my very own "Harley"//// I've seen the green harbor/ Ihmotep/ He's no Kek/ ego martyr/ Steven's no King Arthur (except maybe Fleck)// Baby step. Am I finished yet? Hardly, darling/ I'm like vegetable soup but with dope swhooped for the barley//// I've been better, I admit it et al. I've been bitter-- can't admit it at all// I can't commit to the nonsense/ the auspicious tint in the crypt/ calico kittens licked the tincture that dripped//// Pip-pip, the chic shit: It isn't as insignificant as I hinted/ stripped down to the dick: this is discus// addicted to winnin'/ just forget whether it make any sense/ It's gonna happen, it don't matter- "it ain't happening yet"////

Bully for you

Props, cocksucker, fully, for true, for being such a "good guy"

If you knew what was brewin' in your distillery (ill-to-be)

Everything you knew real to be would just die.

Lucky for you

The gods must've needed something from you

cuz' bitch, you'll be just fine.

Just meander through oblivion.

This discipline's killing me but I'll stave off the simian.

Better living through villainy.

I'm a kitchen/ that's ditchin itchin' for rinsin' the digits/ either I fidget and scream or dream of serene sleep in ditches//elevate the state of my britches/ sleek motif bathed in riches/baited visions innate as the sleigh they live in//// I paid and waited for fission/ and 86' was a bitch/ and I ain't been laid since lady liberty straight fileted her dick into the shape of United Hate/ I wade in a state of morose/ What's a good name for "dead meat"? I nominate "GHOST"////She ain't givin' the head, but she live in the bed (that ain't shit-talk; snuggles with her make me wanna crip-walk (crips rock) )// kids, stop/ Consider me citizen Splinter/ sick of your Tik-Tok-Twitter-chitter-jizm/ You bit Bach//// My liver's in Plym Rock-condition/ my mission's an expedition inexplicably flint-locked from git-rot// zip-locked/ The rich can stick their lip gloss in piss pots/ curious mercurial silver til' I heard drips drop////

V3:

I wander the avenue less pondered by man and renew former types of excitement/ and hype/ The demand, it grew// Either getcha "A"-game or get the fuck out the way/ this is my year, if you ain't here, ain't got time to teach you to play//// I don't need the diamond to turn you into a fine variety of dust/ blood and honey/ money and power *bli-blow*/ Trust// I'm a muhfuckin' savant/ an idiot when I wanna / my contra ain't good for karma/ genre common to Parmigiana//// Concussed, you thud/ rust-encrusted mud/ dusk/ for once the sludge in your sinuses isn't runny// my lyrics disappear in the 10 seconds from mumble to ear/ Yes it's a jungle of fear/ but I'm here (Rummy!)////