My 2nd Cywydd Llosgyrnog Fo' sho' flowin' neva EZ; But punk kid thinks he da sheezy. His squeezy gone and told 'im so. Bitches frontin' - they so bizzled! Tokin' on blunts stuffed wid wizzle; Da rizzle's dat dey both hos.
A landay The first line left him trembling, sweaty; his racing heart convulsed at the second, longer line When I have a creative insight, there is a high. I think back in the day, I made music as much as I did because it made me feel so good. I think you could argue that… Continue reading Lines, or: The healthy kind