I deal with intelligent mind developing crimes the child of a terrorist moms spit nothing but bombs speaking in psalm with the heat In my palm dig in that ass like a somo wit thongs fuck wit ya heard cause I'm right and your Wrong stay lighting a bong when I'm writing a song not a singer when I sting ya make ya lean on the horn ya bean a get torn I'm fienining to spawn I need to be on but for. now I cream on the corn my team is to strong I'm Freddy Krueger bringing ya nighmares ya street dreams a be gone I'm skizofrantic they don't like when your leading me on the rain a cut ya make ya bleed in the storm when my music hit the market it like Jesus was born Im farinhiet themomerter cant read the degrees that I'm on I swear on my life my word is my bond like every sora in the kuron. youve been serve another bar mitfa from Lucky Lasan aka zoobarelli the Don