ion need ops to show you I'm ill jot down my thoughts you know how I feel just gimme a chance let me cook meal put you Ina trance and I seal the deal you think ima pussy I beg to differ ima little bit pushy so don't poke the bear I'm cooking on beats that you can't comprehend adding fire to heats you know I don't pretend get the fuck out my way before I run you over you know I don't play I don't love her I loathe her I'm spit in yo face with these smoking hot bars that I made up in space while writing on stars you Rollin up blunts to cure the depression don't stop you just run and you don't learn the lesson fuck up and you learn that life isn't fair it don't give a shit whether or not you are there I may only be a teen but I'm mean I'm a death machine a guillotine ya that's me don't mess with me or you'll see I'll be your enemy you gon need therapy once you are done with me ima freelancer ima rapper not a dancer I'm the answer to the particular enhancer the white panther with the backside of a hammer I just write these lines don't give a shit about the grammer