Lyrical Gherkin
I'm a lyrical gherkin,
my hands are workin'
overtime,
you know the rhymes,
"they blow minds!",
oh you're so kind,
this flow's behind no crime,
and you know I'm so inclined
to show hoes no so-so time,
or even so-so lines,
cos I'm a lyrical gherkin,
get ready for the murkin'
in the shallows I'm lurkin'
win the race like Kieran Perkins
What?
Peace homie. This is the truth right here. I put my heart and soul into this shit. It's nice to get some recognition. Word.
The lyrical gherkin is back,
murkin' the track,
jerkin' the fat,
learn the facts, Jack-
there's no turnin' back till I'm done burnin' this sack while I'm earnin' my stacks,
"Yo I heard he was wack, the gherkin's work, it ain't fat"
bitch I'll murder you, splat!
that's the gat turnin' your flesh to burning kernels of fat,
the gherkin be that worm in your cat.
i like the 2nd part u wrote more then the first one keep writing man
My skills punish, you untill ya grills rubbish, make ya cry like peeled onions More electrifying. Then a eels touch is, got a girl thats real luscious Eat these rappers for real like sealed lunches More bad ass than a navy seals gun is
More fly then everybody that wields luggage
Im the beer clutchin career crushin fear nothin fierce one with...sheers cuttin blood spills gushin no need to worry bout the wounds cuz u wont heal from it
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