Feed- CrashBands Quick Verse *please copy n paste
They tell me i am aimless i dont use concepts
Talk a bunch of nonsense,sayin i aint famous, but I got it
Even with no red name everything is said the same
Its just a matter of fame to climb that ladder to TR
Rhyming patterns are painted from a weed jar
Your tainted but we aren't, were brighter
Than highlighters.. "Hi Spyder" You might've
Heard of the crooks that are shook that wanna bite us
As i write just sit in a trance written with what looks like mechanical hands
They arent standing a chance or understanding my chemical manual plans
Of the Chemistry you will never get the best of me
Lyrical weaponry sharp as Hannibal Lecter be
So select your piece equipped tips get to steppin G'
Fuckers quick spittle