combustion

The truth hurts, hard pill to swallow. Leader of the pack, I'll never follow. You can't see that, Where's ya head, Sleepy Hollow, Pen game sick, Spit gospel, write a novel. Fire in the booth, Make mics melt, Put ya soul on the track, They hate love ya self. It's all about expression, Grind study lessons, Hip Hop forever, You got any questions? cause I do all these kids saying oh yeh lgbtq grow up before you make me throw up your such an ache to much to make this just a piece of cake no need to seek attention you just be creating tension must be sad to be your dad wish I had not been born these funking gay kids be loving porn these farmers out he getting corn and wheat meanwhile these kids be being there meat like grow up I be riding my scooter hit the tailwhip small as a chip I'm gonna be a pro oh just you wait I'll make you spontaneously combust mate hop on the buss and leave before climb a tree look at the leaves what a relief there's still life left