Too Much

​She said she's new to it, but looking like a tramp Both ends can do it But I stay congruent, the rhymes are lucent The alphabet puking, my nuggets are nuisance I just be giving my two cents ​They call that true drip Like I'm leaned over with Fent In the rain too bent People riding by with their scooters kicking me in the shins Is this how a brother want to live? Never mind the crack that I got to sell And the shits I got to give Keep it up my sleeve Like a magician in need Try to cut myself open just to see if I bleed I think a demon's in me It's a sinister thing These jackoffs like wasps, just a miniscule sting