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[Freestyle Verse] I guess I'm not aware Otherwise you'd be there Beside, on my left where My right is a tool magnetised to your beautiful fair Set of legs everywhere you could let You could lease, you could rent And I'd keep a red set of names that leapt Into your bed and then left you on red You could tell me where you want their head No, id never let... You think of mе as less after we'vе had (yes) Both agreeing then agreeing were the best Bet I'd trace every breath I guess I'm not a dare devil either or there'd Truly be a few DMs on your desk On the gram I could fess That I've seen yours, or at least that face was addressed With some sort of thumb scroll that's blessed Cause I spotted sexy u again Had an ex and an ex and an ex Marking spots that they left you'd heal them And can even get my head Lick my wounds while I'm eating what you rest Keep your hair down I don't want to see how I corrupt above the neck I think you saw me checking you out If I held your spine would the words fall On the ground, would it all come out Is your page worth a read Because now I know what Swift means But don't be thinking my initials are request She knows B Jones, but no one knows Ben Is it to much to say it isn't but it is Your initial thought is just I tho Isn't it? I was murdering two birds, getting home Seeing my murder weapons grown But now how can I bone I'm like a dog and she's home First I'd just moan Now I can know Death doesn't hurt Because I had to die for this very poem *ahem* With bars it is gulag, he cracks Fearing no scheme he be, Ben which is B, bright as a sparked Cinemax! Who's ice got in my drink, tick tock, really who's is this!? (Shady's!) When I want to know about it, I'll figure out the Didd list Banana Buns, and ankles having spasms when they chase 'em Hades Planned it all deranged he spanked bum in a basket handling some of his blood to the babies and ranked 'em Before they grew older with his fangs on lips I'll arrange a list, aren't names on chain a bit, Darth Vader's script Actual manes I flip Sandbagging the bars Raiders to ark Lions on their mark aiming it! Arse shaking man start pacing on seats The box playing it... *Mystery Box Music* You're at our jest, smurfing hard players with Rounds of old to last While I'm grinding major clips You be thinking, noodling asking How can I gain an inch My tangled alien happens to itch so scratch the tip Cause time to cut your hopes with tryna' get your hang like this B's hand gliders pushing up, hells a foot Cause I got a glitching bug, like crushing on your thera-*Psst* Bens a fella and might miss everything, she's every pen seed! True eloquent, and I'm just feeling unseen, irrelevant