The Rebuttal...(I THINK not) however...
A rebuttal is only necessary if what they say is itching,(on the contrary)...
I've thought up some ways to dismiss these punny 'glitches',(scary!)...
Small attempts to attack leads to imformatable back slaps, next(ditches)...
I guess 'they' figure they can boggle me with these so-called 'wisewordz',
i'm laughing(i'm in stitches)
Freedom from my pen can only lead to destruction,
THINKER pissed, nah, (but watch the erruption)
Conceptualize your demise with blinks of 2 eyes,("it's a sensual seduction")
Embeded with bedbug diseases, infested these lack luster fleas,
now they all screaming,("please, save me!")
I allow you to pay me fees
These vines are crossed with incest trees, the THINKER's mind across intended pleads
The 'BOSS', (yeah right), Darky better bob and weave
I'll have Are-Sun 'Ride' you 'SON' until you burn up from disbelief
Then continue to through magnificent 'thoughts' at his 'Sun' spots 'til his nose bleeds
And if my son likes it hot, then 'Terrain' can feel my crafty breed
I'm top speed, the cops heed, you comics book characters are soaked with the THINKER's sneeze
Regrets, of course, the 'dim pale rider's' not done yet, of courses i haven't found any set
Universal death blows to the stirnum with thrust that leaves wholes in chest
If this were chess...(it's not)...
I'd check your mate,
(i'm nice with mine, better check your mate)
Uhh, LEDGEND, it seems your tired retorts are a bit too late
'CanIThink' for a moment, (try not to hurt yourself) my THOUGHTS can snatch your wealth
Detach your spleen from that poetic flow you were delt,
Leaving you with deaf tones...(who can hear you?)...no one else
The THINKER is a force to be reckoned with
I was born an abortion and left as a kid
I swarmed the oceans and slept with squids, deformed notions (AsIThink, did)
Configured toxic potions and drank that 'shid'
You pawns in this game get flanked real quick
I'm eating hearty meals, pull out your liver, you figure, 'that's not part of the deal'
THINKER starts the drill:
AsIThink, Terrain, Swan, LEGEND, moluv, Dark Sun Rider, Wisewithwordz, AreSun, Swine, layne
Pardon these kills, i've fathered their skills,
Damn, now i'm at shame with myself for starting this ordeal
I would flame myself, but then who would there be to part-take in this poetic goodwill?
...(A moment of clearity)...can ya'll hear me?...
Distortions vexed the ribs, needed 'food from thought' to stick to the exit's mid
Sections of my THINKing weapons possesses and pressed these pigs,
Now they all want to follow the 'thoughts' of a reckless rig
Truck loads of funk spilling over your computer gigs
If you idiots still seaking lessons, the teacher is willing to THINK up something BIG
...Just think of something B-I-G...
The THINKER releases atomic pressure, the vomit is measured,
Coming through like that bombing weather
The THINKER that bubonic treasure
These lames wanted to keep me plutonic, never
Rugged Terrain, (ha...lol) through this fruit off the train, watch him splash down like rain
Crashing down his 'faults' all the same, not Saint Andreas, New Yorkers fight through pain
Playing on asphalt in pushcarts as if they were submarians
The crowd loves me...(listen to the cheers)...it's that Oboma ledger
Like Keith, i'm drugging you chumps up,
'WordZ' has giving me life to dance all over you like "Crump"
Look at the stance i form, you clowns don't have a chance in this storm,
This rain gushes down like pain in your left arm
Understand how i attack the heart of my first born
Depart fiction from the norm, partying with Nixon...(2 fingers up)...then i'm gone
The ghost riding out before dawn!
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