Steve Smith for Commish

You'd never be a successful rapper if you think that rhymes.

Barcs laughs at your spit.

 

Steve Smith for Commish
with the ebb and flow of my love juices
we all wish to be friends with assorted fresh fish
but nothing's easy for an ex-football coach named Alice

Steve Smith for Commish
The best poem is not that which is most skillfully constructed,
if covered just slightly with relish
My lips, so hungry, sealed her journey, before it was started

Steve Smith for Commish
Whilst opening and closing moss-covered doors.
we all wish to be friends with assorted fresh fish
His brains ran off the wall onto the floor

 

*hits blunt twice* .... that was some deep shit my brotha, salute.