I'm flippin the spliff, so hit it it's lit,
lickin my lips and sippin some gin,
sick of this %#@!, listen my friend,

pimphand; smackin them
"RIP" left as acronyms,
whiskey by the flask and then

crackheads grabbing and stab 'em till their fractured then
beat them up and package 'em,
why? cuz %#@! happens man total non-stop action and bones start crackin then

moans from rats begin, flow so nasty damn, gun smoke be trappin them,
lungs be collapsin in, now who's rattin man, floating on a raft again,


I never got to ask the man,
a single questions but was that that a smithon wesson, 9mm or a 45? where? what street time and why did he die?
why did he ride, oh nevermind. blow another mind


Im abusive with this music i will use it to confuse lids
and the truth is you are useless, with those loose lips,

Here is two steps, I'm so ruthless, could give two %#@!s
I'm removing all you douches, my to do list,
Is too foolish, but you knew this, causing bruises

called contusions, and your mind I will influence
cuz my lines they are the truest, leave you blind body truant
like the bauz on a school trip.

poppin brews with, the crew (*##$, boys in blue hit, who are you with
oh how practical, now I have to cracka skull, show no love call this tactical
so far from casual words are passional, Ironically satanical

but that's irrational i rather just pack a bowl, you fools all lack in flow
just a bunch of slackers yo, watchin your step like a fashion show
I'm Fiendish and evil, these fleas are deceitful which means in the sequel, I'll be eating people firing from the steeples.

entering my enemies identities, they endlessly resenting me , my rhymes are just entities caused by higher energy