The Garden

(Verse)
Welcome to the garden that hates you and Jim larden
Where weed trees grow around the things that leave the parted
By AKs and black bags you think are full of garbage
Guess the game of weapon are attained like Osamas
Who, by the way, is still alive, and stays to say hello
And told me to tell you that hes just laying low
Then disclose the TV paid to take the blame
For what happened to the towers, so America could take control.
Im making plans smush, but this aint rock and roll,
Just a snipp out of the crazyness of the life I know
Inside it grind me slow, blow your mind out of hole
You fly back to return to its rightful home
Im like a war whole of lyrics but much more in the spirit
Im trying to come out with spell and take control
Of every single area code across the globe
For every fairy tower tell it straight and bold
Is something like the common cold,
No ones find a cure for me, so I just hang around until its time to go
And come back when I decide to,
And play personas for viruses, like bird flu and swine flu.
Or what happens in line is next that been designed to
Kill it slowly with a knife, is human zu
Its jay lardan with a shade in alley way
Dont ask me who I am, who the fuck are you, fucking rude?
All my bars in rhymes move in synchracy
Think of me like mother marry but he cant get into me
By virgin all the pussy hoes
You think that I mistake to em,
Instinct to be inside my teeth.
In the down next, take a rain check,
Instead of blazing you I probably roll the place to bless
Barber spraying to the damn date the game starts
Make sense, wont stop until Im dead,
Thats why I move into great extence,
Bring me back to life in fifty thousand years
And I reign on whoever recognize.
Then came back with a diet coke jacking eyes
See words to me is worst through the devils eyes
I never went to it lost a part and made me jealous
Throw my hands up, I admit
That I want my hands to be, cause I feel like a man cuff
But now I broke free, Im never leaving bankrupt
Rappers think that that stiff rather that who is this
Just know I go hard, lapoon start, you know this is
New mandoon into a fool and know what this is
Until you hide unlike the moonlight and is the cuntoshionist
I see men collecting metals, I think we need to pause a bit
Cause I aint hating for the day that I start making some stuff
Probably like and old friend
And first veil upon myself from all the bullshits
Anyways, I never stray away from real,
All I can do, I guess, is demonstrate the way I feel
The way I speak, the way I move, the way I breathe, the way I am
So real life got me chasing and that kept me still
I lost with diabetes, time to meet my tombstone in fucking wheel
Listen, sometimes hard to get signed, but thats irrelevant,
I try to make, but I never had a lucky deal
So you breads can climb my money kill
Cause tv is on the run for money still
And in my hands theyre on the blodd they want it too
Im own team, you know me,
Running through the whole scene, screaming dang it Im a zin
With your whippers snappers drapping on it still
What the fuck is with that man chapper that you killed
Crackers smacking everywhere, just like the weed and pills
My backyard is too rough for tench marsh.
Fuck all the little pricks who keep saying my name
Youll never be as ill.