Istasha
I Write My Letters in Kanji
Begging again
Not a minute to mend
All the money you spend
Like a project or remedy
Fuckers don't profit the equity
Making a set out of purchased apologies
Prompting up the bottom
With the fraud that's in the bottle
Karma
It's on your back
Decorated with a cut
Katana
Atm on account of the inches I count not the shit you'd be bragging about
What in the fuck is that going to tell me?
Running the process again
Abscess of rot in the skin
Fuck
Starting to spread through your brain mane
Know what you jot
Kanji or not
Cash out
Truck hit by the flash down fucked
Might paint
The carcass
Rush get out
No luck and you'll never see a winner
All disowned
You duck and catch the judges crown
In the county what account could get you pinned
And get tazed
As a fucking sentence
Satan dissed and sent again
The kraken acting octopenalties
What you talk about
Are you ducking out?
I dont waste a jump now would you come around?
It don't backtrack
When you fuck it up
Stellar wrong stack Into orbit Never brought it back
Alley punk
Syringes in the system
Pumping process juices
You can take a roid
Get paranoid and still be useless
Fakking skit az