Rant#2

let me start off by saying viewer discretion is suicide I mean advised don't come at me with a weak ass flow ima get you by your head and blow blow blow until it pops line a red balloon oh too soon to be thinking about killing you digging through your supposed king crew nothing but little fucks grabbing scratching dancing balls it's a wonder you can even say it's wrong keep denying going to great lengths to keep on lying crumble in your words just like your fighting cry all you want but nothing left for you to hide in what thinking we all blinding turning an eye jogging on by ignoring the truth whose yeah didn't think I'll go and let my cannon lose blew a fuse can't confuse this kid on the block I'm riding the road to go up high and rise to the top so if you feel me spitting out the goods that make ya believe then I'm getting through all of you who abuse this genre like getting fucked right in your damn caboose the dignity you loose never following through a fucking lyric said and wrapping your head in your own noose that's the truth no use talking to me when it comes to candy words I'll kill you all motherfuckers with with a new verse