HIS VERSE

Spit physchoatic slurs wit vivid verbs, sayin fuck in ya sleep is tha only reason u mentally kursed//
layin it down on this herb , never seen him spit but his bars can't match my words//
dog i'll do ya brains like butter cause u about to get churned//
bullets r into fitness after they pump ya chest u guarantee to feel tha burn//
got insomniac matics so like liquor tha shots would burn through ya an put u ta sleep//

just a lil bull shit mad late and a nigga rhymin o well do ya thing son