and the hater's an all, that am sharper than a razor from,
Gillette, cause a feel this is, the best as lyricist a can get,
yeah you heard an, am serving, ya with this spit like a banquet,
but my screw's are loose, going crazy feeling so confused,
who's wack, man who, like am needing clues,
am coming out of nowhere, at you baby's like peek a'boo's,
a plant lyrical explosions in your ear's, not for spiritual reasons either,
so it's suicidal listening, that I'm spitting an it's off the meter,
or is the saying off the chart's, like songs that have gotten old,
the bong a invention to behold, not to mention it'l rotten ya soul,
give's me the inspiration now and then too dropping cold
spit's, that sounds depressing, cause a found depression,
thank god I finally lost him, now am not surrounded by aggression,
but first ex bitch, we ain't friend's, even if it's been suggested like facebook,
cause your a fake fuck, getting molested a was like rape'n ya slut,
an now a don't make time, for bitches like yourself, when it comes to me health,
I'd rather get fucked by snitches, cause then you won't get std's aswell,
Just something a wrote while a felt in the zone
