Test track 2

I swore that I was always gonna keep it real with myself, slaughter everybody till no one to kill but myself, see all that they beef they brought in, I den made some veal for myself, so on love with myself I DM wit myself, I can win without ah feature I don’t need nobody else, and you know my shit is dope it came with needles and belt, I finally get my way, this must be how Carlito would of felt, This nigga cut throat, must be how Judge Ito would of felt, lyrics I beat and I beat em and beat em till nothing left. Rappers I eat em and I eat em stop eating to catch to my breath, then back to eatem, I am greedy, when feeding and when I quit, I hover over instrumentals and literally take ah shit, all these other rappers literally read em like its ah script, my shit is so ill lyrical pathogens leave you sick, 7 to your back leave you kaepernik’d wanting sit, then grab ah white cop to say its an accident no he slipped.