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It ain't lucky my flow's destructive and tumbles off the tongue so seductive
You're surprised my verses are terse and it's holdin ya captive
I got a captive audience so forgive me as I put in my two cents
This verse ain't spurious, but you're bi-curious and my poetic copiousness is intense
My rhymes are like when you have sex, usually over in less than a minute
Body's turning inside out because he had an orgasm and (GASP) you didn't
You call yourself a woman, but you'll keep sayin "I'm with the band"
Sorry you aren't feelin so fresh, but you'll like the odor of your own brand
I'ma get off this topic, just droppin it so here's where I'll digress
Ya flow is sorry, your level is more like "highlights" not "reader's digest"
I get the feeling it's not talent you have, but techno-savvy to copy& paste
I asked ya boy bout his first blowjob, like hey, how'd it taste?
Don't cry though as we're here near the end of this verbal twister
It's a fact with this attack I could say I'm tighter than your little sister
But I'll drop something original now, which you won't do for days, even weeks
At the end of my rhyme, this very line, means I'm tighter than two butt cheeks
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