Lately I, been restin my eyes take a second testin the mic
But never for a moment losin my intentions to write,
Looks like next in the line aint spittin credible rhymes
Obviously don’t care if the text on this site is dead or alive.
I’m still sparrin, drill Sargent ready to kill targets, violent mission
Will’s starvin put you on a milk carton like a child’s missin,
Put my mark in, I’ve come to terms that the tides switchin
Until then I’ll put my initials on ya body call it ‘Y incision!!’
See I’ve always been blind when it comes to watchin my mouth
So think twice when your wishin we were talkin it out.
Fuck battlin, I’m done I think its time for kid to retire
Think you had enough bitchin to listen from Spyder,
But I’m still diss prone still get shit blown and hit home
Make you pick which bone, I grab and split like wishbones!!
Still insomniac, pilled black eyes… yeah still that guy
Just keep quiet I learned only the Silent Hills Have Eyes… damn
“so fuck any battle, I don’t wanna win I’m outty”
bury me in a glass coffin to see what this game became without me.
i know you hate that double exclamation shit
still waitin on that lyrical rape, just a little warmup
