I have fell many a pits, and tell a sick as it gets,
tale then finish the shit, and when not on duty.
i run into this, detrimental debts to fennel chefs
adrenal, a cooks rage while cooking instrumentals
looking for a mental sentinel to do a gentle perennial
type of search so when my hype is on the urge
of stalkers and killers, and that i'll be dead cause im a walking vanilla,
skinned thrilla, of a mended together, Ben Stiller, with ten gorillas,
im hopping out of my head i cant deal a,nother moment with my cover stolen,
need a rugged open ,eye my first two were stolen, the verse spoke
with, no chin the face of truth is broken, take a new approach with,
a big old case of mold spit, that will be digested fear factor is back
my savage attacks, blast off with some ravaging facts, that put
the salvaging tracks, into a palish "gold" bag ,and then get thrown to rivers
so sick why own any livers im just gonna drink as soon as i getem
i might rent them and fuck over retailers credit sucks just look how they mail them, back to me and forget my address, who i am is what I chant, confuse and confess.
(really quick shit you might need a dictionary lol) Thought id do something because im hyped for my bro coming over havent seen him in like almost a year