ayo im killin this shit everyday i wake.........
so fukk tha haterz they alwayz gon hate....
but i spit these lines off tha top off tha head....
wanna hate on me,youd be better off dead.....
cause i dont give a fukk,ill skull fukk ya wit a gun....
i ate too much acid,now this shitz just gettin fun...
becuz i pop hitz so quik,tha shitz sikk...
my eyes dialate,yall can tell im fukked....
cause im walkin round here,wit my glock untucked....
too many little tabz,disruptin my nerves....
and too think ,is this wut my brain deserves....
but nope i keep doin it,i just dont care......
shit im seein thingz,that r not really there.....
so i took out my switch blade,and made an escape.....
but wut wuz i runnin from.?man im way to baked.....
mabe if i lay down,i can spit like a reptile....
i was right about one thing,my puke was projectile...
and that a frestyle bout how fukked up drugz r......
cause they mess wit yer mind,like when i drop barz....

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