No topic or anything. Just some stuff I wrote up in a few minutes.
I’m a classic like I’m writin from a cryptic age I rip the page
I split the page every single time I spit this rage
I’m quick wit blades and I’m just as sick as syphilis aids
You hit the maid and fucked her til her clit decayed
My mind’s demented & my nine’s relentless
Take my mindless senses divided by my time repented
What’s the solution? Nothin you’re just stuck with pollution
Why do I do this? Just because it’s fuckin ammusin
I’d say I’m something like Soviet Russia with a fuckin mic
Killin anybody but you feel me cuz my stuff is nice
You’re tough and tight, sike, I know that you’re just bluffin right
You can’t touch I’m like ready stomp you into nothing twice
You can’t even feed your kids but you say I’m pathetic?
I can’t deal with all these sweet ass rappers like I’m diabetic
I fly to heaven words touchin deeper than 9/11
I’m the fuckin king at five foot seven I’m fryin peasants