Behead nemises, with off the head sentences, my breads infinite, like pencils, the pistol puts lead into him, you'll get fed with a clip,
stompin down on my stompin ground, gotta round to pop ya crown
drop ya down, droppin hot shit on top of towns
led'll burn, like perms, when I get on heads I burn
spread like germs, I bend the curve, free coz the pens for nerds
You'll never get to learn a tenth of my words
I drop big shit that'll dent the earth, Up is where I went from Birth
rap, the gift n curse, trapped in the tents of earth
i'm tired