Sitting For Charity Disjointed

(Chorus)
Should have called, would have fallen
Wooden, putting goods in shawls
Walking with a hood in fall
Tend to always look appalled
Funnier than all you
Vision in a brawl hue
Raw dude, lyrics befall fools

(Verse)

I’m a fan of tunes,not fan of you
Got a panoramic view of your grandma’s room
None of you rappers can manage shoes as
Big as me, too tall to extend my hand to you

Little league, fiddle with riddles, drinking griddle grease
Shittle on you little kiddle, brittle til you get all weak
Lazily placed debris scattered on the asphalt
Macking all the bad and spit attacking with a flag pole

Ask anybody and they tell you that my flow favored
Mindless violence is a no brainer, no savior
No player stacks up to my gold chainer
Bone craver, eating the leftovers of a tome’s layers