Home Sweet Home
Word is born. No hocus pocus, out the norm, but an enhanced poet on the advance like locust in a swarm. I'm high voltage, a magnifying glass on high focus for those who wanna get put on blast trying to oppose this. I get daps when I get tracks, I get inventive - click clack, from the kickback. Now you're attentive, so sit back. Everyone comes to me gift wrapped. Without opening the package, I attack it. Did they Anthrax it? I ain't with that! Come one, come all, supposed crews and squads. I'll bruise them hard. I'm explosive like a fuselage. I'm sicker than what happened to the Twin Towers. A dirt dauber in toilets out of orders, nasty even after 10 showers.
Leave a comment
Wooooooo Weeeeeee POETIC GREATNESS @sector51 Most people Not Ready. Great Lyrics
@eclipseproductions
OUHHH SHIT 🔥🎧💥⛽
You may also like