To Turnt Freestyles X

haney running that pack re up like spend couple stacks we up like that bust you wit bat roll my zag puff grass, tap ass, write tracks diss me please so i can lash back only paper cash no apps ain't tryin leave no trace on that haney the biggest cat like im king of the habitat. but i spat on the fact, they said i wack and couldn't rap i attacked with them bars. really goin hard. pass the guitar sing through the scars stare at the stars thinkin bout mars im so homesick blew a rod on the ship so here i am. just a martain trying to get in where can this planet sad pain and corruption how earth even function. what's the malfunction why the interruption hear my percussion causing concucussions valcono bout to erupt see 5/0 poppin that clutch ballin always in rush you fuck boys stuck haters say i suck but the lightenin struck night lit up see the figure of a truck fog smelled like skunk