Im rippin it up like im not givin a fuck
Put glue on this track n im leavin ya stuck
Got that bomb shit like baghdad we’ll get ya gone quick
Yalls tracks couldn’t be ‘gorey’ if u was on this
To be completely honest u gon need a paralegal
Cuz ya tracks like ya blood no flow to ya cerebral
The doc fucked up ya mom wasn’t pushin so he pulled
A cock roughed up from all the kush n dro he smoked
I don’t know whats goin thru ya head bout now
But how now hear the pow pow if ya don’t bow down
To the king thine father im artin heavenly
Walkin like jesus cuz I know 7 bc
I need feed even if its pillory
I kno yall feelin me got me puttin the ill into artillery
Blowin this track up I got ya back up against the wall
Tension all through the track leave u in immense awe
