"if we were recording right now, and we would be getting all this, yeah sorry. yeah we should have a freestyle on this."   "a freestyle?"   "yeah hit em off with something."   "spit a verse, travis, spit a verse."   "youre picking your nose, travis."   "stop picking your nose."   "fuck you, dude, fuck you."      traded in my hollow words for jelly-filled verbs   and five pound pronouns and predicates   this is Shlep's edicate for sloppy fable manners   get your napkins   mattie, dude, kick the beat   and ill rhyme top of the line, top of the world   top of the morning to you, top dog   cause im top notch, tiger   tie it in a knot till your eyeballs pop out   so you can actually see what an actual MC looks like   and if i had to pick and chose id be the indecisive dick   in the voting booth   laughing at my options   like stop the press and all the media   Shleprok is leaving ya   walk with prosthetic concoctions   i thought i told you   youre just a toadstool   like mario with fire powers   sticking dick to the princess   its just senseless like that David and Goliath drama   minus the sling and stone your basically defenseless.   anyway, you wanna it   Shleprok's cock's obnoxious   feels like a midget is chillen in my boxers      "whaaat?"   "im sorry."   "i dont know.."