[Intro]
That’s your fun dying
Combined with some rhymes
Like lunchtime with no sunshine
Like the battle where Uzain rhymed but no punchlines
I’m bout punch nine bitches and bunch crying
Stand em in all front line, add an AK-47, a revolver, a 9, MAC-11, and bust through your whole bloodline

[Verse 1]
I’m just kidding, don’t be stunned
I’m just a blunt, wicked, having fun with it
Hunt, stun, run with it
Cut you open just to jump in it
Golden moment
Takes a minute to rip it
Eat their spirit and lick it
Content with no limit
Condom is not with it
Don’t condemn and quit it
You came in with a ticket
Explicit visit? Yes
Split a wizard, lit a lizard, shit a blizzard
Standard bastard blast off to fucking the hazard
Would it matter if you mattered?

[Interlude]
What you see is music
Lit juicy shit, lucid shit
Music is using it like crucifix
Abusing it? I’m choosing it, you’re choosing it
Bruising with this amusing music oozing from a lunatic
You’re just losing it
[Verse 2]
"Hell nah, look here! Your shit ain’t clear, this is ain’t amusing music, I ain’t losing it, lunatic"
Explains why you’re still here refusing it, stupid bitch
Quick! Cut it off, upper cut it, cut it up
Leave a comment, leave a dislike
This like psychic psych shit
Kick, spit, hit this deadshit
Piss right on your sidekick, side bitch
Lunatic bought to school a prick
Hide your body for Ludacris from that movie
So only gods eye will know who did this
That movie, shit!
Fast life, fast cars
Flashed cash, crashed hard
Ass, brawds, flash back
Comeback, you come fast
I’m the rap god who came up last
See my logic
I blame beatology and Arkane
But he couldn’t tho
I shouldn’t roll like an illusion, troll
Fusion crawled out of pollution
You all know that I’ll be flowing like I’m imposing, forcing revolution, causing exploding bombs in calm moments
Oh man! Zoom in and tune in for illuming conclusion chosen of your thoughts

[Interlude 2]
Take your time, smoke a gram
Drink some wine
Hope you can do a line
Make a plan, commit a crime
Who's to blame?
Believe she's mine but gave you a chance
Beat up a fine ass woman
Crush your spine, pull it out through your brain
Go back in time just to do it again
[Outro]
I ain’t got much to say
I rhyme my word in way you'll comprehend me as a man who’ll never pretend, never follow a trend, never blend
Or spend time as tensed as the rappers
Who are apparently a parent
And tend to go to extra lengths with the pen
Just to connects with a fan
I’m already connected with them
Through the vain I put on a page
Through pain seen though the rage
I guess it never too late to stop living in a cage like an insane man
And-and start living like a saint
Its in my hands hands, man

SIKE, BICTH!