I lugg two gunnz allday like weightlifters//
and a knife strapped to me that I call a shape-shifter//
poetic scripture, inscribe metaphors like pictures//
hold so much weight, I crack scales from the rictor//
snake like constrictors, wrap u up like skin sores//
tie a brick to ya feet and let u sink like Kenmore//
made me sin more, need to make a few confessions//
king of this art, call me a ten-man to perfection//
wish I had a heart, called me tin-man felt rejection//
came back 3x as hard like the answer wit no question//