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Short nerves on his surface, about to just short circuit
The wordsmith with the most perfectly stirred verses
The words murder, like a forensic case ,burbs and shit
I feel the turbulence, upgraded with turbo kits
Think so many rhymes, I'm nervous just to develop it
Embellish it a bit , it'd be hell if I quit, its really all I got
Intelligent as shit, I live under a rock
Like patrick star , insulted, you know who you faggots are
With the weed I grab a jar, write a bar,molten rip magma apart
I rip this shit like hogan, the whole shirt open
Try to throw dirt on my name like my casket is closin
I just ask you to behold this, motive and motion
And not make jokes and shit, fully I'm reloading this
Never hold clips, Just a pen to go and write my shit
Lighter bic, flame when I'm called out in vain
I feel ashamed of ashtrays ,I know I live that way
People just don't understand my situation
It's not easy to stay in, so dickheads keep on what your saying
Ad I keep the heat of my speech strong, no hesitation