top of the morning rap is a slow thing drop yout jaw pick it back up it finna get swole gettin ready to knock ya ass out cold slap the chops bobbing heads come up for air bitches getting folded up like summer clothes here on the front of the faces red hand print i took a break just to snap the backs off the bitches in the bed i made i just wanna find a better way quite time has arrived silence you doubted me but i make yall look silly like clown feet pick ya pride up quick hal be out loudly out in the open air told yall to shut the fuck up life aint fair but i am here i ve seen thr worst believe when i say yall are worthless and need to pay for the sins you know better than to be asking for forgiveness i have been sickned by this visious vision humans decided to how they do business or compose please dont apeak sorry isnt enough for the bullshit i seen cant wait till u get delivered in the pits dropped in by self centered shellfish take on a new persona cause the real one should know better this is a letter sent from the devil hot metal blanket arrangement vanquished with flamage on impatients the vats empty so go lay in it wait for the last day of your lives human race pos on it ways to the end of days with a juggernaut that aint playing kill em all i suffer to its my fault god has forsaken an soon divided we all fall rap is a game gg now you know my plan i havent to much success with the upper hand flex my little pen till it draws a bigger win finna sin give me the best life i dont wanna suffer till the end