Fish Tales Poem by Michael Webb

I rap to funeral music. Lunatic deep rooted in the blues, mucus on bruises, when I spit on a beat, Stupid student, went and ruined the movement. Clueless as to who this is, Like Luke smoochin his sister. Oops. Cudos to the listener who chooses to root for deep rooted music. I'm assuming there isn't any room for the hip hop consumers collection for my rubix cubish message. Cooler than Bueller, I've got class but I surpass losers like yardsticks to rulers. You sir are the weakest link, I'm freddie crouger so don't you even try to sleep on me. Uniquest ink that flows like faucets, but it's not really sinkin deep. ZZ's leapin like a lemur hope you can read between.