@theprofessor,
im comin for blood, so pass me the mic, ooop a dyke caught my eye, time to strike
im similar to a tumor cause ill stick to your mind, you try and fight, but you know you're gonna die
im like a piranna on marijuna tryin to be drowned, that's justa recipe for disaster if you wanna
die, your heads bound to hit the ground, you take a look around, now, you dont know what's goin down
and if anyone was to hit me, it wouldnt matter, cause my body is made of wooden matter, or like a condom cause i dont feel nothin
even if my bone was to shatter, id come back on ya bananas, with a switch hidden in my coat handles
im like a, stinging bee, or a wolverine, cause anything that tests me, ends up being, dead in the street, with three
bullet holes in there fleet, titanium nails latched to there feet, now you're so weak, ya cant even speak
cant even grab your nine that was purposely laid by your cheek, head restin on the concrete
these pictures i create are so mystique, it's so rare to have a MC like me, no one compares to me
it's only fair to see, that, i can set, fire to rain, try to refrain, mind so dark and it's strange
radio so overplayed, it's like every day, it's all the same, it has never changed, sometimes it's good to have a mind like mine that's deranged
