Thinking Of Your Opinion

Finally
I found a beat
Then grabbed a seat
To write a flow
The lines i wrote
Rhymed in rythym
And suddenly
Appears the tempo
So now I stand to tell you something
But i must admit
There's nothing coming
Nothing here with meaning
So at least i left you here with something
And for those of you who argue
Could you do me this one favor please?
Wedge your head straight up your ass
And implode when you fucking sneeze
And at the time your asshole blows
All will be what still remains
Beside your shit that's seeping out
What's seeping out
Is all your brains.