Hey, uh, this a eulogy
Where you gettin’ off thinkin’ you a G?

You ain’t pickin’ sides all neutrally
And that don’t really make sense nah it’s new to me

I don’t get down with the 45
I just spit rhymes and I’m fortified

My foresight tellin’ me I’m mortified
... and I got more to find

Yeah, you don’t got the season
Funny how they bite and I’m the only one that’s eating

Eating all you fruits it’s like the garden that is Eden
But I went against the odds and that was just to get it even

Uh, yeah, let me slow it down
Got enough bars I could go around

You don’t want smoke, wanna go a round?
Ya better bring bills like Buffalos in town

Uh, save ya man the bull
I got kids that’ll crack his mandible

You couldn’t touch me I’m in tangible
But man I ain’t no puppet no strings are pulled

Better let it go
Where I’m from man they let it go

Fold the paper like an envelope
I’m coming after “N’s” (ends) like the letter “O”

This about to make ‘em nauseous
But it is ironic ‘cause I know that they are not sick

Uh, yeah man really it’s ironic
‘cause they are so toxic all they do is talk shit

Yo, but I’m a survivor
Hah, like Reba McEntire
Ay, and with the Mac I’m fire
Yeah uh

Inswain, NoWeakShitWeekly man
Every week, yeah