Recuperating till exuberant, this two in two is new and numerous, what is humorous is that I never knew what humor is, till I blew the few and luminous lamps in voluminous camps, can I ever get amped if I'm cramped, this stamp on my vamp is a walk in the fuzz, never do I halt till my faults start the buzz, cause these confusing thoughts learn to fuse me lost, uses me a lot, so as soon as I'm distraught, I look at me as you and then assume that we are caught, will duplicates make due for this to prove I grew and sought, and spot me as hot then swap me from knots, I seen my dreams had locked what I got was a flop, popped so I stopped, props dropped so I hissed, even though I'm ******, from the jump, I wasn't ****, hit by the spit of the twists in two, you never get a grip when a scripts' your cue.