Fork Tongue

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Eyes on the size of a blank cheque If only they signed, could they cash this Thatcher's viewpoint surpassed it Tuned into past tense Tuna pasta pass it Blast, took a stab and he ashed it And still no 'tache till the casket Plant words on lines like parsnips Tryna fit 'em in like fruit basket Smartest around, I'm class of the clown and still passed it Spy him eyeing up colours like light blue Floating cause I'm glued to the skyline nights applied to Hiking through Haikus Blinded by jibes from the IQ LYFLYK's a Viking on mics too Forked tongue, flamethrower for the verse Like a Moltres in person, the lips all burnt Oldest fan was a Mr Burns, rubbing hands covered in ash we stashed in urns An earnest wordsmith unearthing verbs MC's who dare venture, never return I would've thought by now you'd've learnt Should've turned back when his lips first pursed Spy him eyeing up colours like light blue Floating cause I'm glued to the skyline nights applied to Hiking through Haikus Blinded by jibes from the IQ LYFLYK's a Viking on mics too Forked tongue, flamethrower for the verse Like a Moltres in person, the lips all burnt Oldest fan was a Mr Burns, rubbing hands covered in ash we stashed in urns An earnest wordsmith unearthing verbs MC's who dare venture, never return I would've thought by now you'd've learnt Should've turned back when his lips first pursed Ate his whole weight for what the taste was worth but has still never quenched that day-old thirst Slurping on worms and Percy pigs from birth 'til the first days of nursery kid Baba taught me Turkish in minimal amounts, enough to purchase kebabs on nights out Hush, lights out, now focus on the ghosties Casper friendly flow, so no Kony Joke on me? The joke's on you while you broke in a homeless place my pays due Blowing smoke at a hopeless pace I'll race you Up a mountain's face, the place was K2