HE DOESN'T KNOW
HE DON'T SEAMs TOO CARE
Bitter sweer symphony under my born
Filter suite upper me so the fakers can cheat
So i will be say great from fleat to them who treat
Where we meet i gotta sit on the seat with the sheet facade
So if there is a sleet i can't slide on this side so hide from me
Im coming do suicide if you wanan bite
Im gonna armate the words so b**h prepare for ords
So for hours i do so foe stuffy i cufuse c4 so for scoof
People im scoop out hi ho to concert we will go
So if there is a place where i blow not so low i will told
What lucky os is circle of mind out of the hoe so without them i swallow