let it linger to the minuscule
I grew up with out my dad for like 3 years
Had my first 30,000 beers at like three years
Of age more if you count count the years he was out at worlds bays
But squirrels slave tryin ta get one I'm tryin ta bust a nut fo fun
N I erupt abrupt tryin to fuck a slut...though whats up
Say it! I rattle cages straight off the pages
The meek shall inherit the earth the shit that works though its that'
Shit that quirks the nerves twirk the birch...bitch a tree branch
Cos all you get is the crack between the leaves and your pants...This
aint poetry this is if you nowin me beholdin me u dont be holdin me
Coz all this wigga knows is just sowin seems
So it seems...simplicity why u put these tricks on me
what is it u dark as day light bright as the night u in fright
Tryin ta see a welders eye sight I mite
Fight strapped but rap is at it's end so roll wit that, supposeded mac!
Foe or is u friend?