My mind is a cantankerous tank of contagions
A line with an anchor that sank and it ain't raisin'
God bless those who ain't aligned with the flag that I'm wavin'
A finite line that stops at a culture I was raised in
An outbreak from an outlet watch hipsters turn walker
No Texas ranger beware of the wind talker
You got a back pack full of shake wights i'm snatching grilles and nameplates
Rick whispers upgrade// hip hop is our namesake
I got a hunger for another rapper and the only cure is his death
I got a number of em under covers and the phoneys won't step
feel your meat tear loose when I put my tooth in
In Jordan's verse Ewing no feet I'd be a shoein
In such a nuisance suck my dick and sketch a blueprint
Addicted to raps chase dragons storm born
Evicted from elm chase Jason with a shoe horn
one of the best you never hearda' that's word to everything !
That's why rappers wanna touch us and bitches send us rings