Manish

@seanstephenson Song - Manish Artist - Sean Don wide awake, no NyQuil, I'm getting fried today, so I might kill, have your brain left in mush, with no blood spilled, you'll get obsessed with me like a crush, cus I'm a pain pill, whatever ails you, let my words impale you, no I won't hail you, the power of Christ compels you, but allows you to do, whatever it is you choose, best not slip up, be on the evening news, you're cruising for a bruising, and slipping up and losing, drinking up and boozing, while I make lyrical fusion, and mass confusion, at the way that he's doing, most are faker than f***, their ruse is an illusion, Peter Piper picked peppers, and Sean run rhyme, I'm archiving greatness, to be the best of all time, dropping dimes like I'm CP3, I gotta be, audibly, slaying this thing, when I get on a beat, honestly, I don't approach it like trigonometry, just get a cadence in my head, and I drop words, that's kinda heat, much higher volume, but maybe I'm economy, my money's too funny, for first class accommodations, I might blow up, so just sit back and have some patience, call the bomb squad, to clear out the doubt, what you talking about Willis, you know I'm the illest, and about to kill this, when I spill this, I'm handing out emotional damage, where the phrases come from, how do I even manage, but most don't hear me, like I'm speaking the Spanish, a lot of guys are b******, and a lot of girls are manish, what do I even do now, bye I'm about to vanish,