Yo… tongue twist, brain glitch… No breath… full send… Blip-blap splatter with a clank in the chatter, Spinnin' my tongue like a lawnmower ladder, Click-clack stack with a digital splatter, No pause, no brakes, just brainwave batter, Flick that script with a syntax missile, Flippin’ these verbs like a crystal bristle, Zig-zag zip in a trip-core thistle, Riddle my ripple in a glitch-twitch whistle, Zoom in the doom with a boom in the bloom, Room full of gloom when I chew on a shroom, Blast that laugh with a looped-out broom, Vroom in a womb of a synth-bass tomb, Yap-yap crack with a snack on a fractal, Hack my stack with a backflip tackle, Gobble that data in a cyber tabernacle, Slap that map with a code-drum shackle Blip blap bling, I don't know what I’m sayin’, Zap zap zing, but the neurons be sprayin’, Womp womp walla in a neon canoe, Click click boom in a fishbowl zoo, Trip drop tongue in a backflip prism, Spin that brain like a glitch in the system, Splat that chat on a quantum fax, No breath left — just blorp, no max! Trip-trip tap with a nuke in my socket, Snap on a trap with a beatbox rocket, Zorb to the moon in a shoe-sized cockpit, Talk too fast for your thoughts to block it, Meltin' the beat in a funkwave kettle, Settle no level when I meddle with metal, Jelly in the treble with a bassline petal, Skate on the words like a syntax rebel, Crank that slang to a six-fold echo, Break that grid with a zip-zap techno, Gargle my verse in a lava lamp gecko, Faster than a tweet in a microwave fresco, Warp that spark to a non-stop boom, Room go zoom in a mushroom plume, Snap on a crack in a vacuum tomb, With a tongue full of bytes and a mouthful of doom. Blip blap bling, I don't know what I’m sayin’, Zap zap zing, but the neurons be sprayin’, Womp womp walla in a neon canoe, Click click boom in a fishbowl zoo, Trip drop tongue in a backflip prism, Spin that brain like a glitch in the system, Splat that chat on a quantum fax, No breath left — just blorp, no max! Tongue go tick while the time go splinter, Verse go cold like a mid-June winter, Blipz in the glorpz, brain outta center, Logged off life like a syntax printer...
