My mind cut off like Romneys phone line In no time I leave ya mind open like hoodrat‘s clothesline On a physical scale,I‘d put ya facedown,pound for poundThat the profit,or eFF the prophet just effing around
How do I improve my raps. Seriously, coz everyone sais I'm wack
I'm in the streets gettin' chased by a copper car got a buzz As soon as this beat drops everyone know i got this cuzz I'm the leader this is Twitter you're the follower It's murder when I'm spittin' so when I'm spittin' call the coroner.
My punches? chop up this dude on some sickly separation Plus I ain't feelin Taur'reign Like I carry on with levitation My shadow boxing will see this urchin tucked in the coffin till finally your corpse is rotten in the soil of the forgotten
