Idk if this is any good, tell me what I did wrong.
I go hard like lyrical methamphetamine, get a scene
trash your splean, get Mr Clean cause' I'm fresh and mean
lyrical disease, committing treason without reason
like 4 seasons, my mood changes, but doubt's seepin
I'm lyrically bleedin', battling me is battling a metaphor
you can continually get a whore, but when the bets are bore
you get torn, lyrically, mentally, physically, dimensionally
easily disposed of, cloned doves fly to my own dome
blown homes, shown I was meant to battle in the zone
mobile like auto, clocks ticking, got my glock clickin'
licking my wounds with a salt tounge, readily pickin'
any sucker MC who wanna tempt me, I'll dent thee
with plenty of bullets at maximum density, instrumentally
I'm ahead with telekinetic mentalities, sentimentally
I assault and batter you with batteries, electricity
detects ticks in me, they explode in front of the whole city
gritty and shifty, lifted my knees with aggressive motion
smokin' bowls bigger then the ocean, bleeding emotion
commotion exploding, erosion of the soul at my disposal
composure, shown through the exposure, fuckin' quarrels
keep my morals in stand-by, land eyes get blown with land mines