~^^^yeah i know~

Somebody please call a Audible cuz his flow just aint acceptable
Disconnect your spinal from the cerebrum like phone modems
If you ever had any dope lyrics…We all know a ghost wrote them
Forget lyrical…Talking about physical I’m a straight savage
Just to make space…I’ll ooze your brain out from your nasal passages
We aint dancin but I’ll still contort your limbs into a Figure 4
The aftermath is your corpse like dirty apples…Rotten to the core