In my I'm a fighter, my heart's a lighter My soul is the fluid, my sparks it brighter But arsenic writer, often with Carpel-tunnel, Marshal start shititis
Hard-headed and hot-headed, and pig-headed a brick, a big headache I'm sick Quick it for every lyric spit it There are 6 who wait, for me to slip with it
So quit this stick, bury the wick It's gonna any minute, someone lunatic Lit it and its not Nelly, do not me to stop yelling I stop selling I'll quit so, stop dwelling
I am not failing, you fuckers are not 'Cuz I got jelly, like on your pot belly is destiny, yes money, I'm off running, so get off of me I'm not slowing the
No apologies, nah suckers I'm not You can all sue me, could be the cause of me No apologies, feeling the force of me No remorse for me, like there was no for me
No apologies, not acknowledging you at all Till I get a that God's coming No apologies, laugh fuckers, it's all I can spit in your face while you're across from me No
My head the pillow, a weeping willow I can't sleep, a so deep it bellows But these cellos, just to keep me mellow Hands on my head, touch to elbows
I'm hunched over, emotion flows over These shoulders are both frozen, you don't know me I saying it, I can't stress it enough So playing it and stand next to the subs
I choke mics like When I'm strangling my own masturbating Fuck yeah, I'm a basket And I mastered this rap shit till my ass wasted
my assassination Till I'm slain of some fags infatuation .44 fascination A taste for disaster and if that's the then
No apologies, nah suckers I'm not You can all sue me, y'all could be the of me No apologies, feeling the force of me No for me, like there was no recourse for me
No apologies, not acknowledging you at all Till I get a call that coming No apologies, laugh fuckers it's all I could spit in face while you're standing across from me No
This isn't for you it's for me A true MC, it's what I do just to see if he has it And if his skills He's able to spill long after he's killed that's a
MC got you feeling me Whether or unwillingly, you still agree As long as there's still hunger, and will in me Then a longer life expectancy
I'd be a beast If I ain't had outlet to salvage me Inside, I'd be soaked in self loathing And mourning so I'm warning you coax me
It's silly, but really its in wolves clothing Who only when he gets pushed don't we Fool, the press blows up whole thing It's stupid, they don't know' cuz don't see
I'm wounded, all they did was ballooned it I'm of talking bout these tattoos cartoon did That's why I it out I'm sick of duking They can suck my while I'm puking, and you too you can
Expect no sympathy me I'm an MC, is how I'm supposed to be as a G, my heart's frozen it don't even beat So expect no
Expect no from me I'm an MC, is how I'm supposed to be Cold as a G, my heart's frozen it even beat So expect no