I make truth move in a race of mazes truly...due...to, God graces
New shoe laces to finish the race shh choose the right
I'm outta the dark like moon light moon shine is fine
But I have wine ta dine and start singin lines like it's mine all mine
Start on the fifth inning catch the pitch bitch in a worn out mitt I aint quiting
I'm fit ta shit in the toilet before, I mean, after I soil it
Why do I have a limp noodle before the boilin
It's too fuckin big so I start coilin then I'm a gonna take to some coy women!
They love me cause I got cheeks like an apple I'm traveling ass whole
That rattles cages I got snake fangs I'm dangerous I'll pee in a anus
But you don't get my language jail talk but I guess thats not how you get famous!
