The Missive

Big production coulda been better
fly further, fuck faster, shoulda tongue twisted
some sick shit this'ta mung fisting while Tristical cali loafer
inconcatenate single, minded sought an ought and found an imperative
even while screaming heil thought to wrought in retrospect
to seek the sex of ex-cons, lex, lana, and other minor characters
a fist, a fable, a facile asshole mass-the-pole prole scum drum-dum.
The beat, the seat of satisfy, to let the fly fall Saul-to-Paul-to-booty-call
reads the easy meaning, lets the over message fall but takes an occident and calls her underwhelmed. It's that easy! Leave the beaver queasy, see, and don't forget the skeezy prudents, parents, Malcolm, Easy, but also Clarence; fo' sheezy. That's about the furthest failing, fucking ear-to-earth to jump-the-railing, railing for the foreground hailing fading influential idioms. The end.