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I need a page break
If you keep reading you’re about to catch bird flu
It’s changing seasons all around you
Sit back the words are causing your body to react
You feel like a woman going through menopause
Cold to hot
Pause for a moment
Did I ask for your opinion?
Wait! Rewind!
Did I ask for your opinion?
Relax I got this homs [short for homies] for the next ten minutes or so
Scientists just figured out the missing day that was described in the bible
This is a rare event
I should sell tickets
Go tell everybody you know
Tavarus is in rare form
I have reached my zenith
Come see my mount of transfiguration
This is a great time to grab 
Your woman’s arm before she gets moist
And leave the show
Because when she gets home
She may jump your bone
But it comes with a price.
She’s been thinking about me all night!
Once I’m done with this verbal karate
You’re going to feel like you got your ass kicked
If pressure bust pipes then you better call the ambulance 
I hope yours are not rusted
What’s the prognosis
Fatal.
“Well, sir it seems your girlfriend died from a massive heart attack.
What were you two doing?”
But, meanwhile, she is kneeling before the King confessing her sins,
“yes, Lord that’s the best orgasm I ever had!”
I’m feeling enlightened and it is not the end of the Mayan’s calendar yet.
2012 let me illuminate something for you
You could dabble in secret societies for money and power
But I have connections with the most High that has all power
And disperses to whom He wills
Lord’s willing I’m making my point
Tired of playing nice with you folks
Giving me bulls*** all my life and telling me it is peanut butter
Sorry I don’t like the taste and I take my apology back
You can hardly stand up so covered up in the s*** business
I can smell you years away
“Damn, who is he talking to and why is he so angry? He needs to be censored.”
You mean other than growing up on a block called Rutland Street in Opa Locka
Well, you really don’t read between the lines and dumber than I thought
The words have radar and heat sensors and they find their rightful owners
This is “operation repo”
Give back all your doctorates
I’m trading them all in for thinking caps
Man up, learn how to think for yourself
And not believe everything they tell you
Pain as a hobby
I’ll let you know when I’m through.
You can finally call me TavarustheGreat!
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