bitch its my game yeah my life is my game and i own the rap game game is over no games when i rap i spit flames yet i got those damn names and enough of rap saints to me it looks more like rap stains what the fuck mate where's the rap game you should be in shame your tracks are all lame meanwhile i spit flame and i overcame the main sustained problem that can be proclaimed it is disclaimed that threat is named after some unnamed that cant be blamed cause if you flamed em there's nothing gained and rap is reigned while i remained totally calm before it rained, im calm before the storm youre hot yet im the bomb you ice-cold im a firebomb (heh), try to bring peashooters in the fight with the python when i say i spit flames i am bringing down a whole firestorm (huh) people tend to judge you by your name and your icon no feelings my heart's out of iron (yeah) i dont look at the sun im nightborn my lyrics my main weapon got the rhytm as a sidearm (yeah) energetic like i am some kind of pylon i believe in myself i dont think its atheìSM these rappers are pussies they all are some hymen i prefered to say hi men this situation echoes while im screaming NOT AGAIN dont give a fuck for your new cayenne although every now and then raps are ok i guess is there a power i possess makes me rap too well oh yes thats the rap i had to express all the mouths i have suppressed that had given me depress but i like it more or less well fuck it , its a success Type a message...