Why they gotta get me rollin, stop bonbardin me, I’m stealing the show so hard it’s grand larceny, they see me in need of a verse, they go save the song for me, I gradually graduated to gather flows I got sharp teeth, get the tarp and the wreath, and stick a missletoe above so you can kiss this arse for free. Sick of the blah blah demeanors, this shit gettin toxic like vodka drinkers, but I saved a spot for lots of ringers, now I got the singers that got called off to linger, cause I’m two for one, but none for fucks to give I’ve lost a breather, y’all got my throat sore from your stupidity, quickly I need Aquafina Y’all some awfully poor dons, you come at me but mean the opposite like an oxymoron, I assume your gonna say you told me well, well back to oxymorons your my holy hell, I love and I hate you, your hearts hardcore but that backstory subpar lore. Either way I love the game, I’d die for this, don’t care to be above fame, y’all wanna slow me down like a slug, here’s a gun to the brain, I’m out now, how about some love to my name.