My heart's freezing, it's totaly bad for snow season
Still wondering if my rap would grow decent
The loved ones that I have just won't listen
I'ma just let this rhyme escalate till my mind devastate
Till my lines decorate, till a sign to estimate
To appproximate, to analyze how rocks would break
With my punch-lines into fragments, now watch me state
Having second thoughts too, with words that I brought you
Can't take it back cuz it's inked to report you
Twisting words to change the story, to distort you
Flexible should do the work in case I contort you
Question you, ask me back, that's fucking acid crap
Hurled to your face, this is a fucking magic rap
Make you disappear like Criss Angel in a box
And appear again so sexy like Megan Fox
As usual, feedback's appreciated.
