Fux tip toeing around slam! opening doors going pound for pound lurking like blood hound hunter for buzzards raising kane hunnids power for movement refraining from convictions taking accountability for self afflictions if you descend downwards gets the fux outta my way I am moving upwards sending for runners will of fortune no space for misfortune dagging bullz eyes a spartan making way no side eye foreign like an unidentified Martian gazed at like a contortionist my specialty commander and chief bossing bitch strictly royalty and loyalty innovative about all my causualties astound the lost ones with disbelief borderline mischievous villainous spit venomous and shhiii enemas on vengeance. cut down their sentence peasants must repent if you do not rejoice and be glad in this lil world this little world of mine I am going let it it shine the lil time of mine I am gonna stay on my grind and mind the business that is destined to be. on my way to higher grounds homeward bound. heaven is here with me and Victor Is here witg me