dead or alive

it's improved one more time fucking fire Bring it you big it irate frig it I'm getting explicit to the point of haven't even existed yet you be lit up like Christmas bet critacly Crisp as every gimic loving critic. Crummy buzzing prick that thinks he's something slic speak of something lit your secretly insecure so you think you know above the artist that works there hardest because that's were there heart it thats why I have so much hard hits im a hard hitter a bar spitter your just part bitter because it hurts watching stars top charts with bars you couldn't ever top my potential so exponential fuck your next credentian my eventual pention for attention to detail can connect a blue print for how to sail at retail my reality is like a finale of flawless victory's was fucking treated felt defeated I said no I don't need it bur untill I came across a reason to keep believing I can completely obliterate this bigit irate so bring it because I'm great I create what I need to cremate the Mc that thinks he or Zhe can ever mess with me by misrepresent or by threating I say that aggressively im instantly incredibly deadly when spreading to instrumental melody so sentimentally incensed so i can hard wired to set fire like a gasoline on a car tire I'm forever fire I'll never tire Mcs making headlines while your barely making deadlines you feel dead inside you'd like to set aside that with incentive to bite back then you headed right to the booth were shredded mics instead of slaving over some punk ass boss you don't like