Aiyo I jus felt like writing a verse
So holla wit what u think


Its a twisted psychotic, explicit topic, to lift your mind-n-rot it
Corrput genes, turned Country, into a gifted profit
Wicked logic, amidst the tonic, mixed wit chronic
Makes me sick & demonic, till I get naseous, slice my wrists-n-vomit
Cos all y'all spit is gossip, now your livin cautious, exhausted, from dickridin
Its infinite slumber, when my lips thunder, and I spit lightnin
U'll never rip "Whitey", or slip by me, when tha kids writin
Inside beef, its frightnin, every time his fuckin mind speaks
U could never stand beside C, I look down on cats
Draw tha four pound on fags, my pencil gets loud on tracks
Let tha industry crown God's raps, flow that'll make my enemies drown on wax
I bet your girl instantly got arroused off that, gave her dick ta mouth contact
Its dirty south combat, ta stomp ass, let tha glock blast, then serve kids
So tell me, is watchin yourself bleed, really fuckin worth this?
Tha lyrical wordsmith, pulled tha first clip, just ta hurt shit
Then tha second, to illiminate your presence, n make you burn bitch


Haha tell me what y'all think yo, dont SLEEP