If there's no egg on ya spoon you can't win the race,
6 million ways to die, your girl chose hard dick to face,
I used to mumble rap as MC articulate,
This bar is a waste,
But still some shit ya never heard like "aren't gingers great?",
My life is circular I'm bored a half inche away from the nuclear-propelled dart tips of fate, I've already char-grilled the steak but I'm telling this bunch of starved kids to wait while I carve dinner plates from large cliffs of slate,
I asked my friend "how did your cancer start", "sphincter pain",
"haha, sphincter, gay"
Next rhyme: meningitis