i'm tappin’ the Mic trying to get off my sleep medication/
cuz beef just leaks and keeps coming from all these kids dedicated to hatin'/
i'm violatin' regulations regularly on a daily basis/
giving explicit lyrics to parents and getting back crazy faces/
when i attack causing hazing crazes and malfunctions in spaceships/
i'm worldwide like Jay-Z's lips but twice as hated/
even got all these news crews trying to tape it/
when i flip off another rapper or movie star and not fake it/
i make my hate known towards my wife with a picture after i slap it/
talk about an unknown pistol whip and me sleeping with straight jacket/
it makes me think of rapping off the tablet... so i drop pens/
like a cop spends ten cents for a donut and buys a pair depends/
i try to stop this nonsense but all this false text keeps me locked in the office/
but i vent stress with a live Mic and studio light show/
then i flow like my veins suddenly became hydro/
and i'm a psychopath with words flowing in circles like a gyro/
looking through a microscope at yall to poke at, i'm viral/
i drop pens and spit a disease to decrease your bullshit, i'm your idol/
i'm in your head during sleep dropping pens through your eye holes/
i'll never die yo, unless i quit selling records, burning down to bankruptcy in a spiral/
and that's it... i got nothing left to write so... umm... tell your mom i said "highlow"... you know... like hello... but not really... ?


peace


signed,
~ProFessoR