combined two verses so these are throwaways from that
Lack of conscience got blood flowin from e’ry vein
Prolly the only Spyder man that don’t fuck with Mary Jane
See lack of weed did it, mix some fuckin speed with it
Add a little E its me, and Eminem pre-infinite.
Heat we come wit it, we be droppin like bungees
Flip “m” then what you have… you get us “3”.
Kid Cudi, Moon Men how I expose ya ass
How you make it rain when all you are is overcast.
Tellin us to watch lyrics and get morals checked
My morbid text in bitches mouth like oral sex
Shit… freedom of speech what words supposed to be for
Lyin little fucks knockin on Pinocchio’s door
I don’t care if none of y’all show me support
Got this beef bagged up like a grocery store.