Of course it is.
Disproportionate
Reports from torso
want enormous ****
My pore sore hips.
Should be enormousness
And lips full
Like ******* in Georgia
Ain't aborting it
Not supporting it
But listen for a wave length
Think the statesmen
Makes sense
After claiming scripture
As a fixture for hatred
Maybe God loves babies
But I know he hates it
When those babies
Get neglected or put in placement
Of the states ship
*** the ****** dad who made it
Can't take it
Blame the man who made it
But enough about the hatred back
To what I was saying
Yeah this language is a game
And I'm more dangerous than Satan.
Back pain is a minor strain
While the game. Is drain the blood cells till you change shape
And break away.
Like chains in escape of
Body genocide
And re arrange the structure
Of frame and DNA
Everything will change or so they so
Hope my rhymes are the only thing that stays the same.
But they'll prolly2 be ******* lame
You guys don't comment anyway
Maybe if I'm out the race
I'll know why my
Brain is always pulsating this way