Funky Free Verse

Single syllable spitters get sickles for dinner I pickle em, then I hit em with the sickest rhythm you've ever heard Hitting off the better herb, you've never learned Not to mess with me yet, so I will definitely let You know how I rock it off the top and I'm not gon' stop Till my coffin drops, it's a cemetery trip If you the top dog, I'm a veterinerian Got the beadies and the titties all around like it's Mardi Gras You little weanies ain't shit, ya'll just Charmin Soft Got the phat flows, I'm spitting Cartman bars Carpet bomb your whole entire entourage I got a special recipe to wreck these beats So effortlessly, these petty emcees ain't messing with me Cuz I'm so fly like a set of pelican wings See I beat the beats up ever since a fet-us Tryna spit umbilical "chords," the doctor swore The he heard the embryo sing, and I wouldn't doubt it My flow's so shocking it could cause a power-outage Yeah boy, I'm about it, got the prowess of a stallion Couple ounces of the sour, show ya how I get down, bruh