Pros vs. Cons
Pros vs. Cons
The proofs in the progress God prolonged the process now it’s time to provide and give you what I promised Beware of false profits
with their waltz logic, dance around the issues in prosthetic steps I’m professor Nerd, you the T.A. so come correct. You’re looking bored when I bring the light
that’s cause I overhead project if you missed the metaphors then your grade you can protest, and sit-in not giving any handout’s or sending PDF’s I’m prolific with limericks, rhymes, & prose business taking it all out on the mic, robbing’s but no givings I’m prone to be proactive, no accidents that procreate I use a prophylactic I’m pro-choice cause sex crimes are a problem in this nation, those who violate should be prosecuted with no probation,
“Cause then we’ll have a race of babies, who hate the ladies that make the babies. And since a man can’t make one he has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one” But you ain’t gotta listen just vote for your proposition All I have to prove is a poet can bring proper vision Not really here for the nay say, just for the Hey say cause I want my props, like a stage play Then I can spread the provolone in a prorate when I pass, you can still collect after probate this just the prologue, of profound knowledge speech “Is Nerd a professional with the words?” Probably
I’m no con-artist, connecting with you consciously just to conjoin the lower regions, between the sheets Or, convince you to slide the cash til the cows deceased from being milked constantly. Your congress is convicting but I swear its not conceit!
If you check my conduct, on the grounds of contradiction,
the evidence is not concrete … So lets continue
got more quarters for machines
1 player, 2 players, 3 for the contesting
While I’ll be constantly spitting
as if I was congested.
Your wine fine concubine’s here blocking your blessings
because I’m clean, not concerned on who you mess with
Though, I do love a Mary Mary quite contrary
and I want my gardens to grow, rather contemporary.
Don’t want confusion in my Holy union
I’m the constructed and conductor
to the happy home I’m conducing
I wanna soar like a condor up to the constellates
but I don’t need weed in my system for deep contemplation
Confessing visions, from concaved lenses
going from Compton to Connecticut,
and even Constantinople
including other towns where they’re glad to know you
Conquering crowds like Constantine the great
with word conglomerate.
A Trader Joes of food for thought, you consuming?
I hope so because we’ve found ourselves at the
conclusion