:: Hook ::
I got the rhymes-of-God, step up-n-get outlined-in-chalk
You find-it's-dark, you ain't even scratch the surface, ya fuckin timin's-off
Rhymin-off, every dimension of my complex-mind
In all-my-rhymes, I get stuck where the darkness-lies

:: Verse 1 ::
Man recently mutherfuckers been takin-jabs, like I wont butcher your vagrant-ass
As if Country won't leave this blade-attached, to your fuckin face-n-back
Have your whole frame-collapse, when I hit the stage-n-rap
Look bitch bein gay-is-bad, I'm tired your fuckin game-is-whack
I'm just gonna state-the-facts, “rap music” every page-is-trash
I got fuckin hated-fast, everday by the lamest-fags
Theres no mistaken-that, another white boy on a forsaken-path
Its hard to keep my brain-intact, since they made crank-n-crack
Country can't blame-his-dad, he don’t even know I spit
He don’t love me , he don’t bug me, or even know I exist
The gutter owns-my-gift, before I shut up u better sew-my-lips
Faggot blow-my-dick, I'm so-sick, biters clone-my-shit

:: Hook ::
I got the rhymes-of-God, step up-n-get outlined-in-chalk
You find-it's-dark, you ain't even scratch the surface, ya fuckin timin's-off
Rhymin-off, every dimension of my complex-mind
In all-my-rhymes, I get stuck where the darkness-lies
:: Verse 2 ::
I seen some shit get stated, I thought was to bitch ta rate it
I could easily leave this kid sedated, wit his chic on my dick-n-naked
He knows his scripts don’t sit adjacent, his fingertips can barely spit the basics
But don’t trip this trick is tasteless, he can't flip wit the greatest
Your shit ain't sick its blatant, that your gift is amidst the lamest
U need more then sticks ta mame this, a crucifix won't dent this language
Flip the pages get impatient, I don’t give a fuck what click u hang wit
I could diss your name bitch, and lyricaly make u famous
I bet ya stick your face-ta-anus, this shits kinda hanus aint-it?
If I'm that flagrant say-it, then maybe I wouldn’t be so harsh
If he’s so smart, he wouldn’t have to see those sparks
I wouldn’t have ta leave hoes harmed, ta reach-those-charts
But fuck it seems so dark, where I'm bout ta send crews
U shoulda known, sittin in my throne, I was bound ta end you

:: Hook ::
I got the rhymes-of-God, step up-n-get outlined-in-chalk
You find-it's-dark, you ain't even scratch the surface, ya fuckin timin's-off
Rhymin-off, every dimension of my complex-mind
In all-my-rhymes, I get stuck where the darkness-lies