runnin off of three hours of sleep bout to crash out waiting on the plug to deliver so i can cash out 615 knows im the truth they know what i am bout mr. west side n antioch cracker big pistol tolter weight ocoplulloe call me jondough no drought oblivateas to my own throne i levitates the truth the goal is the masters heavy weight them scales go metric all through the state i just want my meat to torture my enemies plates i cooked dope to oblivion I am Gods son anu the heavenly one n the wars won welcome to deadpool merc with the mouth dirty southern spinal tapped n lsd spun international faise one conducted my trialz and the tribulation welcome the third reccession yall got zero occupation the final battle armagendonn the last page of revalation hollywoods evil witchcraft blew out my ancestors space craft early head from wifey call it morning draft