why the fuck do a rythm ,
will a ever have a prime ,
will there ever be ma time ,
its what a ask maself every day ,
not knowing if its true or false ,
coz a could and lose ya choice ,
meaning not have a chance ,
of being yes or no ,
coz a aint on ma toes ,
and get blown to smitherins* ya know ,
y'all dont know the way ma town works ,
say the wrong thing ya gonni get chopped up ,
a dont ride that way but everyone else does ,
id rather fight fist ta fist and bust ya guts ,
coz if that happened id royaly fuck you up ,
aggresivally arrange anger against you,
bust ya balls , blow ya brain and buck ya mum ,
a cant stop right now this is to much fun ,
a can destroy you without a gun ,
slithering snakes sucking ya balls ,
closest youll get to fucking at all ,
im ending it all with one last line ,
remember random rays of rythms running rapidly will destroy ya time ,
practice feedback please
smitherins = peices