Biologically complete and fixed with deceit. Ethnically ambiguously I storm through the streets. “Half-breed” is all that’s perceived from this creative creature with desirable features. I host a face, constantly called “mixed-race,” and wield words that quake, to govern my fate. Hitting the genetic jackpot and delaying the old eugenic plot. My soul holds more gold than you got sole in your sock full of holes. Not grafted but enacted by different accents, this god was made in no accident. Always imitated but never duplicated. This squire went from least admired to most desired. This sinister flavour you now savour and wish to impregnate your frozen TV dinners.
Persuasively Asian and unapologetically Latin, this revolutionary’s actions must unite the factions. Bodies flop, by the knowledge I drop. Striking thoughts of those who fought but got caught by the onslaught I brought. This adversary vocabulary brings you to the hinges, cinching arms, mainlining these orange-chicken bars through syringes. Flexing my lexis and causing more harm, than narco poppyfarms. My flavourful verbal, spiced with aromatic herbal, is portioned precise. The perfect vice, to splice your mind’s eye and satisfy your hunger. I conjure 3 different tongues, leaving you floundering for how I’m linguistically hung. So, grip my dicktionary and fit words in your mouth. Prepare to swallow and not spit out, this load of lingo secreting out this Chino-Latino.