I was born, bred and raised in yeast inflated days, led and torn. Sworn to be dead, I grazed on the feast debated by the least.
Crazed and dazed, I fed the beast related to ample creeps as an example of samples created to see peeps ramble.
Livin' and luvin' and givin' some huggins. Shiz. I be buggin.
You do what you do.
I'll hue what I hue.
Syllable weaves are on my mind.
It's Ridiculous Nicholas with his syllable-rific lyrical lip spittin frivolous deliciousness.