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A little ditty I'm working on instead of working. Meant to be spit rapid fire.

Hih hop it's go time
tick tock, clock's chimin
and I'm in
tip top condition
splittin hairs with precision with each critical hit I'm spittin from a sittin position
it's simple but vicious
released inhibitions
it burns and it itches like popped pimple emmissions (ewww)
that's just what I do
I smile like a child
dimples like it's christmas
having visions of business
want a tongue nimble enough to enrich this a ton or just havin fun
play with it long, string it along stackein paper like a don but it's college-ruled and it's torn
head full of heart song pants with a hard on
too damn strong to be wrong when you done caught on I'm long gone
As yet no set to rep, what I get it's from vets I've never met,
like E-40, but like concrete tryna set
no fly shorty, no g, pr or jet,
need a quarty, lost a dime in my last bet,
they say time is a teacher, then I'm its favorite little pet.

Phew. Gotta add to this later.