Rhyme Master

Look at all the rhymes I master/

my drive elicits hymns kinda like a whip cracker/

more faster/ running verbals/ like gerbals/

running circles round the track/

like the verbals I reverses

counter clockwise round the circle/

just like I’m bringing it back to the essence/

the freshest/ more fresher than the rest is/

uh, I spit like a kid wearing a retainer/

call the operator my sound sharp like the razor blade

I shock you like I rock you like taser powered turkey basters/

I'm just tryna floss a bit, save all the smart shit for later/

im just here to play some games/ of lyrical fanaticism

this is my romanticism of art form

I am mental but i perform like a doctor spankin new borns/