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Rhyming with The King but asking like a moocher. The producer on the computer with a sense of humor coming at you faster than sooner. Can't be measured with a ruler or even ruled like you were. With no fucking worries at all cuz there's always a future:

HAhahahahhahaha, Oh man, I wanna be them when I am old.

Someone jumped in the time machine and brought back the footage of me being seen in the streets looking mean and making a scene like it's Halloween. Old man wolverine keeping life clean, still smoking green, whiskey in my canteen, treating life like a trampoline with its highs and lows, nonstop flows, undercutting the low blows, facing all my foes, appreciating the rest of the regular joes.

Oh that good! That's very very good.

It's funny you mention a time machine, made me think McFly... McFly? Like you were a regular guy. Didn't realise you were a time stream spy, blinkin like something got in your eye, least I didn't mean to imply. Hope I ain't made you petrified as if your life seemed a dream but suddenly you screamed, you didn't realise you'd died or at least that what told yourself when you cried as you realised you had died

Like the Pied Piper. Words charging like a Dodge, Viper. Straight into the scope of a sniper. Making them all shit their diaper. Doc Brown coming to your town. Taking the future back one clown at a time. Talking smack just to make a dime.

This shit is an ode to joy, says me, this 21st-century boy, feeling the start of the flow like I'm ready to go, something pyroclastic. Hey, you be fantastic not that I'm slappin drastic,twangin elastic. Now don't get all menstrual, think of your potential like you're in disguise while hitting dem highs, round the back with the guys the price be all in their flies.

Dont be that guy.

I can only wonder why you'd come here looking like a chicken, thigh. Finger licking shit flicking stinger pricking, guy. Admit defeat, the clock's a ticking, your ass I'm kicking. Bye!