My thoughts are like a spark to stoner's old lighter,
You get lost while in the dark hoping you get more higher,
That's why I share my lyrics, it's in fear of the critics,
But I know you cared to hear it, it's kinda weird to admit it,
Isn't it? But without hate, you're just a plate without steak,
You have no substance, you're about as fake as that Drake,
You got niggas singing songs, and got women bringing bongs,
So if widows are feeling dongs, I guess the killing wasn't wrong,
I'm sicker than that mothafucka' Kim Jong-il,
It figures I'd hear the cover that the bitch got killed,
I'm like Taylor Swift, you piss me off, and win a song,
And I'll watch the hater shit his pants when he hears my shit go on,
Kanye West and Jay-Z aren't the only Niggas in Paris,
I'm on the babe's chest and Twitter, and I'm tweetin' "There's hair, #shit!!"
I tried writing something serious, but it ended up being stupid,
I don't know why you try to Ether, I'm like the highly received Blueprint.
viewtopic.php?f=24&t=137127