Oh, Beijing; the subway. You see
Beijing isn't as wonderful as you think
A swing?
It'll break
A ming?
It'll...freak.
Uuuugh.
But, sadly, your rhymes are shit
And it quite honestly looks nervous,
But me? On the surface I look nervous
But, really, that's just a ploy! A swindle opportunity
Hell after this I'll go and bring the Humans and Aliens in unity
What? You're n-n-n-not?
Well, that's okay!
'Cause in a minute you'll simply be sweating off your toupee! Hey, hey, hey, hay!
I'm a mathematical monster!
I spit lotsa
logic,
And even the teenagers in my class are less annoying than YOU!
Oh, well damn!
I can't think of a rhyme
You see, I'm almost like a mime
I can't spit nine bars: I'd rather spit liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiineeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees. In a box. With a pop.
Hey, you're late, mate!
I see you're now weighted like a freight, mate!
Make a book,
Write a pen!
'See you now'
'See you then!'
It was short?
Didn't make sense?
Well, fuck.
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