I did it i admit it I'm a sick kid
Blood runs deep no use for styptics
I'm twisted as I kick it
As the bud burns I defy physics
This is a nasty beat, definitely fap worthy
I rap dirty, k**in off the pack in ma** numbers
Blast bunkers, y'all can pucker and kiss my a** under
I don't give a f**, I'ma live it up
I don't go to any colleges, i got a job at olive garden
i don't follow tradition, don't got a religion, but if i did, it wouldn't be catholicism
i feel small in this prison, i try to talk loud but only the wall's'll listen
i just found out that my wallets missing
my imaginary girlfriends calling me b**hin, i hope she fall's in the kitchen
i'm at the mall with some real women
and i rhyme fantastically with tenacity
i'm actually the last emcee to spit pa**ionately with split personalities
I'm a rapper, this game is my b**h, I slap her,
Im the pimp, and Im sick of the typical laughter,
On a track from these actor slash rappers,
These tryhards.. I could rip up a track backwards,
Words rap could motherf**ers you then faster,
See, I just did it, took a sentence and flipped it,
And its doper than most the quotes your ghost has scripted,
b**h its the vicious rapper, the most gifted,
On the battle scene my oppenents a ghost livin,
They rap it up to me but know that theres no winnin