My 32 teeth
2 feet
Creep like it’s elm street
52 weeks
I’m a fucking geek with this rap shit
Too many rappers
But, i won’t speak of that wack shit
And yeah, i’m back bitch
You can’t hold me back bitch
This is just practice
And i’ve been active
Hold my end of the bargain
Till i resume this harsh life
I’ve been starvin in apartments
I’ve been starting to carve this
In my parched skin
And it’s dark, dim lights
Smoke from cigars lit
Sparked from the stars gripped
Sharp as knives i use to carve a bitch
While i harness this with the hardest drip
Dipped in these parts, abyss
I lived in with the tarnished wish
A warm meal, a hot dish i used to garnish with
Peppermint
Fresh thoughts parallel like i parked a whip
And i’m hard to miss
It’s aria with narcissistic bars
I beg your pardon bitch

Bitch, i feel like i’m dying tonight
Bitch, i feel like i’m flying tonight
While i’m high as a kite
Arrive at conclusions
Being w you woulda been nice
But not quite
My reality, i’m reeling in the fallacies
I’m feeling the duality of love & loneliness
If i could only get
You


My 32 teeth
2 feet
Creep like it’s elm street
52 weeks
I’m a fucking geek with this rap shit
Too many rappers
But, i won’t speak of that wack shit