corrected crooked verse
On the microphone I’m chemical explosives mixed in high doses
Sick as psychosis and cystic fibrosis
Touch me and die, my energy’s high voltage
When I wrote this Hennessy had my mind focused
Every rhyme I write becomes my new magnum opus
Pointing a chrome Magnum at whoever raps the dopest
You cats are hopeless, matter of fact f**s are bogus
Snap your neck back maggot I’m that ferocious
Crooked sick in the head, hit you with lead
Pistol flash ya like cameras I can picture you dead
Might grab a knife, stick you instead
Since he ain’t a stand up n***a the feds found him missing his legs
I’m on a balcony practicing ancient alchemy
The vest on the chest in case they try to mark me and Malcolm me
I know you think I love myself because the straight jacket is making me hug myself
f**k it












