Well everyone please welcome SZHliM.
It's the S-Z-H, to the l-i-M.
Go ahead an hate one day you'll remember him.
Cut at the stem, leaveing room to grow.
SZHliM here to let all of you know.
My flows are dope, just like smuggled drugs.
There goes a joke, weak like muffled hugs.
Ruffled slugs, penetrating hip hop.
People talking bout guns, nonsense nonstop.
The pawn shop, is where kids stay.
So they can look through the glass and see what's on display.
Blah, this getting gay, stupid text, read this last line.
Stop, text is played, I must confess, SZHliM is on the grind.