Eight Mile Ryme Bubble Bath Battle

Eight Mile Rhyme Bubble Bath Battle You want to love me don’t you Why won’t you My words will soak into you just like I told you Do you feel my flow? I’m soft rhyming iridescent sultry slow I’ll drown you with the sensual letters I know Feel that bubbling inside of you grow I love that red glow you try not to let your pleasure show even though I can feel you vibrate from head to toe I’ll listen to what you say But responding is child play Your words are duller than bath water grey Me, I shape shift like kneaded clay slip slide inside of you every way Baby try to rapid repeat like me let that passionate prose spray Bubble bounce onto me Slinky Ricky Rhyme Time’s here to stay I’m domesticated wild in the groove dialed No one’s more intricately freestyled pushing up against surfaces travertine tiled Screams overtaking the radio dial I’ll be far down below near 8 mile This white rapper is never tongue tied Sit back and enjoy it for a while As my textured tongue dexterity is applied That smell you’re smelling That isn’t burnt toast That’s you having a stroke It’s not terminal you’re not going to croak I’m the elixir for things that used to be broke But them lame words you’ve got All of them dissipate like smoke They tickle a bit in my throat but not enough to cause me to choke I’m relaxing in this word bath climatically enjoying my soak rightly writing every pen stroke Woman get yourself into my tub I’m not just playing “Rub a Dub Dub” What I’ve got is too big to tug My vocabulary is a drain swirling tornado much more potent than any drug Out from under you I won’t pull the rug Although my ego is supersized I ‘m not smug when the word play is over I’ll comfort you with a towel and a hug!