I Want to Do These Things Before I Die

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Much obliged, your rhymes are so juicy. Crispy on the outside. These are the rhyme laws that all should abide. I strut and stride with the essence of a master, slaying mortals and bïtches with the candor. Nobody can handle the awesomeness. I ain't gaudy I m the god that bless. What a mess we could make across the heavens and the earth. You put the FU in fun and I'll make em fry on the sun. Crispy birth. DING! Done.

With them psychos who killin, cycles of billin, chopped up in pieces like destructo disk Krillin. What up son, welcome to this exchange. Out of the carnage, your rhymes broke the cage. An ill feeling this butterfly stomach bringing of a fate brightly beaming. Ciphers of ciphers of rhymes we dealin.
Wheelin through the poetry of life and expression. I forgot to mention my identity as the Captain. I am the infinite being, omniscient, resilient, omnipotence never fleeting. I bid thee adieu so I'll give you all a say in this rhyme scheme meeting.

thanks im flattered