It aint hard to tell this ballistic mist’s my spit
I wanna kick it with a kickin bitch the most legitimate
So here’s the plan………..
Pleasure is pain baby can we re-arrange the game and maybe
You’ll accept this gift my token of hope
Hoping in no other word’s that have never been wrote
She quiver’s a bit, bites her teeth on her lower lip it’s sweet, mystique bliss
The scent of her hair hit’s me trying hard not to stare but damn the twist in her lil hips
No mistress bitch but try tell me girl you don’t love this dick
It’s j-drastic, with more sadistic raw stats
Morbid called me for the onslaught attack on you wack rappers
My back pack’s fatter it’s just doper then opium’s only habit
Like being savage or bunny rabbit’s, javelins and maverick’s
I saw heaven….
I was hangin downside up from a tree plucking at my mandolin
There was no reverend just God and me with bomb beverage
O Lordy Lord it’s settled my morning dawn is calling more
For word’s in store and brought, porn’s and sort’s picked off the board
Drop kicked off the porch
I sought and found this life was worth the fighting for
Bright my scorching thoughts like light fury, rap’s galore
Close your eyes and open your mind like a blind jury
I Don’t speak loosely down for throwing brick’s at kid’s who persist to abuse it
And understand unity…. my message in music.