your ma has a mullet, haters will say that I'm full of it, call me scorpion cuz I'm pulling I to my vicinity, there will be no killing me, my venom is potent I be killing three, people with just a hit of it, call it the beans cuz I am spilling it, from this you can manifest; I'm a pest who can make a mess to cause stress to the rest of those who won't vibe and have a good time, im an seraphim so I'm divine, this beats break your spine and its only a matter of time before your guts become intertwined and you'll reach your final point of time as I sit back and say: your soul is mine, buy by then you'll be in a line in purgatory telling the gory story of your final days in a spiral gaze talking about all the time you made and wasted, and the rest you wish you could have spend as you decend into madness, as your eyes fill up with tears of sadness, thinking of the vastness of this cruel world we live, well in this case you're not alive you're dead cuz if it's not obvious I thought I said a long time ago so, did you like my flow or no? by the way you're gonna be reincarnated into a crow, so you'll have a bad voice with ugly crow feet and crow toes