Carl Chinn

  I speak with such hot wit that I've got a mouthful of boiling spit.  My blasting fancy sensation sprays out because of the pressure of my oral constipation.  Rhyming of the fatality of this unsavory reality, I make fantasy something antsy in the mind of slow thinker because I'm a real sinker.  You can see me from a mile away down the cay cause my razor sharp shark fin screams that it's me, Carl Chinn.


I rhyme on a dime,
Carl

Re: Carl Chinn

You're one road lizard of a rhyming wizard