rapping for the hell of it gotta check my messages flying through the other shit gotta make it relley guick no I said alot of shit but I ment all of it rapping for the meaning i got lots of demons but I'm only dreaming trapped up in this fucking mind of mine only a big waste of time gotta check the oven just to make shure I can fit my lines dream the prize open your eyes cause what you see is some cheese with some fries burn em ya I hurt these rappers cause all there talking bout is some hoes booty dancing checking through the flags gotta make shure I can snatch dont wait for them alligators you know there gonna crash and wait to get a jab while I'm shooting fire back make you turn Into flash when I hit you very fast hit you with bars listen to this part I got alot problems that I could start got a cold heart it dont mean shit just another label I can hit you with just a bunch of broken plates I dont mind to fix use my broken heart turn me into a star cause if I know one day I will make it very far fix this damn car no you shut the hell up I can turn this beat into a broken piece record then have you clean it up and get your mangers to turn with you and put you in a cage just to make you the victim just because I'm spitting doesn't mean I'm going hardcore why dont you shut the hell up and listen