circumstance.

gosh.
my syllable arrangement.
cursed. tainted.
forever sick,
like the father of Blanket
after he finished his music career.
and bowed out.
that's just a brief shout out.

look what you did,
now the notebook is opened.
try and match me verse for verse.
g, it's hopeless.
my rhyme books is so fat,
i call it bloated.
leave cats crying
like some general hospital soap sht.
MJ and not the one that groped kids.
all i do is carry packs of gum
and some dopeness.
focus. i'll eat you alive. locust.

i lay down wood, like el toro.
by the way.
the viewing and the service for your rhymes is tomorrow.
and there's only more in store.
i'm on point, like i'm keeping score. :O
get merked now or later. either/or.
i'll make you eat goat dick, at ka amors.
more?

later.

-Dan.