Long time, No see

Hey there skit
how's it going
I know there isn't shit
That I wouldn't go knowing
Unless your fit
To think without showing
I think I have a grip
On my thoughts growing
I may have a fit
With my selfish thoughts blowing
I miss all the shit
I could have been doing
line in a blitz
Like I have to get going
Blow on my mitts
The dust keeps on growing
Show me your tits
Bumps what I'm giving
Maybe you'll get your grits
From the rock that I'm grinding
His name is a Skit
Made to talk to a skitting kid knowing
That how i see
What's wrong with my acting
Alone i can't be
Or my true self will start showing