Alphabet Insanity - Mac Lethal

I adamantly attack the alphabet

With an anecdotal algorithm made of Adamantium.

I’m like an Adderrall-addicted anaconda or an alcoholic or an asshole like

A-Rod, no anabolics.

But I brutally and beautifully butcher the banging beat.

Brushing bubbly all over your booby and booty beef,

'Cause I’m a carpenter — I come carving your carcass.

Leaving all these carp fish crushed on the carpet.

Crumbling chron in Colorado with my Cal cronies.

I’m cramming it full of condiments like it’s a Calzone.

Delicious!

I didn’t drive and drink.

Whether diamonds or dimes, man, I’m diving deep like an electric eel.

I’m elegantly eloquent, and every cent I’ve ever earned just entered me in the

election.

I got eleven brains like an enormously educated Einstein with Elephantitis of

the erection.

A freak!

I’m fighting with a flatfooted felon.

Five falcons just flew to a fountain and fell in.

Googling googly-eyed girls to get inside.

Golly gee from Glasgow to Guatemala’s gentrified.

A hippopotamus is high on heroin, he heckles me,

And hires Haitian Hank to hand his ho a hysterectomy.

In hateful hieroglyph I hurl out hyperbolic hubris,

And hang with Hipster Helen, that’s the hooker with the huge hips.

I’m ill.

I’m Icarus.

I ignite idiots in idioms and issues.

Jumpy jargon I joust like Jacare jiving Japanese judo and jiu-jitsu.

Killing them like a kid, got a kilogram of ketamine for Kwanzaa.

Knit a kimono made of komodo dragon skin.

Rich like a Klingon that be kicking it at the Kremlin,

But I’m kicking through your door, call me Kramer Kardashian.

Lethal.

Literally litter a little limerick that be littler than a Leprechaun.

A menace that’ll manifest the melancholy mayhem,

Making a metamorphosis until I’m mechanized like Megatron.

Nick Nolte, a nerdy native of Nebraska, needs a neon ninja and a nectarine from

NASA.

Ominously, I mean it’s obvious you see a orthodontist oozing out oodles of

onomatopoeias.

Oswalt Patton picking a pocket, plucking a patent.

I pickle purple poop in Patron for pure passion.

I got a question, got to quiz ya:

Let’s step on the gas and go quicker.

Uh.

Really getting ready for the revolution.

Reeled a rotten rhythm ring around the Russian Ronda Rousey resort.

Serve a simple sentiment, a simile that’s smoking like a sheet of Sudafed.

I’m swiftly swimming like a seahorse.

Titties on Atilla tell a teller that’ll toe-tag.

Terminator gun inside a turtle-tattered tote bag.

Thugs are Un-American, unattractive and unwanted as an ugly pair of UGGs.

Vivid and vivaciously venomous with the wicked wombats only walking where women

is.

Getting xenophobic at the Xanadu.

XOXO, yippee-ki-yay.

Yours truly, Mac.

Yes, yo!

Oh, shit, I forgot Z… zebra.