Morse Code Manifesto

[Verse]
What happens, from too much rappin, an Adam’s apple spasm
Record an Album, export it, and pour the captain
Morgan
Raise the glass to fortune, hey at last we soaring
Same exact game except no shortage on the mortgage
Extrapolate the data out the database, basket case
Out the padded cage
Mask and a Hatchet blade
Evacuate
You cheap and icky like the honey on the Canned ham
Forget you and thicken my money need some xanthan
Or some guar departed in the motorcar of orenthal
Left-arm wavin sayin Au revoir
I’m gone in jiffy, miss me or not, ditch the pity
Chop and operate on a MIDI just to flip it like a kidney
ZT getting sleepy and in my dreams I see
Mimi
She feeding me sashimi leisurely living in Kurashiki
She said, sweetie, you need me;
That’s extremely:
False
Something off, something stinky, caught a waft
I coughed, call it off