I'm the lord of my business, my heart in a hearse
So I never hurt, I bring the hurt
Expecting the outcome to disappoint me
To solve my spit game inside of everything
It's A for Christmas and Henry
But it can't make like a rim job to a Wookie
Well that's sag with these sentences you talking
Savagely annihilate another
And a language right for defection
Pick up on this airborne during the pandemic
Douse the babies in the trash
Chippin' on shitty rats
I know a family like orphans
Mind a morphine, dystopian
Uproxxed evangelists in chaos
Wolf unit, you surf a fiery fighter
Cuyahoga, River, Avon, Ryder on fire
Never been divided by an outsider
You've been ate on a snare
In the * zone, enthused
With those fresh * feelings
Releasing dolphins
Dross the finish, close the sharp screen
When the beauty of a beat
For your dumb deep
Showing kindness for weakness
When the venom is offering MCs
Kupar's are carvings
Alongside castorated cats aspersions
Echoed across the avalanche of gems
Angry mountain of ruck
Denimalism through bald beans
Pen, fly like a Sanagarian
The pro's pinnacle
The unfucked with the full Star War black
Supercell or drum bomb in Zulu
Orgy, widow, banger
Ooh
A civilized tongue
Ejaculates gold
Lines like lines
Squeezing your eyes
Some war raps
Run to their own reflections
A drought, a war drought
Seasons see turn into hell
These cuts and raps
Take out the decency to die
Walking cause smelling like sauerkraut
Infinity get frowny faces
From the bone to build a colony
When I spit, I'm jigging with it
Raps remind me when I was taking a *
Listening to * I couldn't tell
There's no distinct
Turd hurting
And more * these rap god news
Plumbing the lanes
No sexy
The rap * dried up
Made a super cool vagina *
Try to bedazzle
It's brittle as your venality
Words are ice picks in your eyes
A broken mirror
And it's a
You look how you feel
I know it's your brain
And it's like it's emeralds
And the reflection from the gem
Shown through a skull like daylight
I bring the hurt look into fire
Won't put it out
Won't put it out
I came up on the arrow
When biting wasn't allowed
And the biters be caught proud
Raps that originally stays
And southern dolls fake
They either imitate
Future or Drake
And all the bees selling
Weekend or 808
Heartbreak
It ain't live
Rappers ain't raw
They more like a spit straw
Dependent should call
Rudimentary
You ain't sent to me nor
Listen to a massacre
Better if age you mature
The guy often
Hates something
Towards his search
Faulty to talk
Out of his ass crack
A block of a piece
Of * on a string
Like rosary beads
Created ribs
Carriages are non-threat
But act a joke
If they fall sweat
I bring the hurt look
Into fire
Won't put it out