[Verse: Verdugo]
It's inevitable that my rhymes are edible
As I spoon-feed you these rhymes that're flexible
Might been skeptical when I called myself a spectacle
I said my rhymes were flexible cause my mind was hectic, yo
Never realized that I liked to write
Until one night I opened my eyes
Picked up a pen and started write-ten
Bout whatever came to my empty mind
But the gold was too distant
For me too reach, it was too high
I was too low
Trying to build up a flow
And got this show on the road
And burn until I start to smoke
My mind has never been this sporadic
Perhaps I am like an addict
When it comes to writing
And I get to fighting
These people with my words
But words are just words
No way that they can hurt
I just blurt
Whatever's on my mind
Send chills down your spine
With the last line
To get you ready for the next
Line where I make a mess
Out of these little pigs
Thot dressing chics
As I murder a beat
And you feel the heat
From my pants when I'm on fire
Cause I'm a liar
And lie when at the choir
Launch me from a spire
Cause that's the only way I'm coming down
You're coming down with a cold from my raps now
I get goofy and act like a clown
So no one has to see my frown
And know what I'm like internally
But I'm literally the epitome of misery like Missouri
Cause you're hurting from flirting
Cause on a scale of one to ten
It's inevitable that you're a negative ten-
Thousand compared to the ugliest man!
(You don't gotta say that about yourself man)
Y'know what, I'm done with this
(Have fun Chris!)