Red spots, polka dots
a purple fox eating Lamb Chop
hot chick cops, panty drop,
we've been poking smots of lot
Red eyes, I bet I'm
less alive than a dead guy
petrified and mesmerized
time is but a guideline
I'm feeling the ceiling
Help I'm floating from the building
"What's the deal?" asks Jilly
nothing, we're just chilling
we're just killing brain cells
I hear imaginary bells
"Do you hear those bells?" I yell
hell, it was something else!
I try not to think about it,
that flavor all up in my mouth
it makes me wanna scream and shout
all about it
My fingertips roll it thick
I lick it so it sticks
ya that's the trick
now bring it to your lips
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In an attempt to add flavor to his hyphy existence, Sid writes his blog in the form of a 24 bar rap verse. 1 bar for each hour of the day! the blog is updated daily!
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