-Are words my gift and or my curse?
-You see my vernacular, transcends words spoken by others.
-Hob-nobbing with the crass is not beneath me.
-It just makes it arduous for the ignorant to decipher what I’m saying.
-I’m not at all mean and surly, I’m an altruist.
-My cipher is not imperturbable.
-I’ve allowed in females that are materials, females that are into masochism. Females that are misnomerated as wives in matrimony, instead of mistresses of the streets, females that destroy everything that they come in contact with and populate the earth with bastards born outta wedlock.
-And I’ve even allowed in the worst type of females. The ones that have no class, no ambition, no self-worth; the ones here on earth strictly for penetration…you know the “Jen Rats†oops my bad “Hood Ratsâ€
-I’ve even collaborated with riff-raff & bottom feeders.
-Now Derrick Terrill cleanses his hands of such filth.
-Maybe my words are too cerebral.
-Maybe my words are too blatant.
-Maybe my words have begun to run amuck.
-Or maybe, just maybe.
-Words are my gift and or my curse.