Wordplay & Punchlines 2

Rap addict, been stuck to long in the attic with rats and couch plastics

Im radical and never passive, catch you up in the rap rapture

All you so-called rappers like cattle feeding in my pastures

They tell me to play with words but id rather play with voices

deep throat a she goat, go home, and think about my choices

all these voices got me feeling so voiceless, lyrics useless

cant do shit without my voice words wont blossom like a tulip

im ruthless, i have two lips, such true shit should be in the bible

toothless im so superstitious my wishlist consist of dark shit

my wrist stay colder than the times you did your dirtiest shit

are you with the lyrics, the spirit in which i deliver

your hearts on a stick with a fire burning under to make ashes

dashes of blood on the pavement, ooops concrete

my lyrical house built on concrete your shack sand weak

been rappin on this for about a week got this cypher, i think its deep

im the pied piper bout to take all your followers by the end of the week