Cutting-board collab verse @wasp

Murder without motive, tip toe over the black ink drops of dead poets.

Elemental forbidden tree smoke, ganja off the lick of free line coke.

Pick me girl for free throat, he say, she go, H.I.V. unfolds.

She see's many men for vanilla, a sea of men release semen loads.

I usher an umbrella, unfavorably stunned by stellar 40's beach play.

Fee-fi-fo-fum, that's what the giant said in decay, G' stands tall that way.

Pointing 3 k's at police with a k-9 on stand by, 3 9's, a barrage of mm's..

Dream savvy ring around the Cipher, lumberjack tim timber falls at gravity.

Intravenously ink runs in my veins, travesty that the purple folds royalty.

Feeling pale as the horse, raining hail, hail the king prevail to the nail first.

Feel the blood disperse, held down, rain drips, no black coat, just hurse.

Sorry they 6' under, use the cutting board, I ain't have no time to ponder.

Chop up the lyrics to money launder, sell the ascended pad to mandir.