what im spilling is sick , as am spitting this shit ,
hitting this bitch by my nervous twitch,
dancing like its will smiths switch ,
so switch the beat start tapping yer feet,
make it feel in a trance of heat,
like a dance off beat,
a cant do the multi madness man,
but a can do the cult hit badness clan,
a can confuse like paper trousers,
yall nothing but paper shouters,
and am the P-M-2 the one that fuck wid you,
a got a ghost in ma songs , helping me move on,
am writing this shit as am fighting the hit,
and nothing surviving but it,
feedback just practicing