Just thought you’d like to know
:rolleyes: :dubious: 
:wally ;j 
:o :mad: 
:eek:
Whores in the barleycorn again!
Crepuscular!
John Barleycorn must die.
Takes another sip of his screwdriver
**
I run the marathon just up until the very last mile
If you battle me I will revile
People always say my style is wild
You’ve got gall you’ve got guile
To step to me I’m a rapophile
If you want to battle you’re in denial
Coming from uranus to check my style
Go ahead put my rhymes on trial
Cast you off into exile**