I'll keep it simple you a sidearm without a pistol. You a half time out of tempo. You a dead man walking limbo. fold you in half like we playing limbo. foreign credit cards maxed out for the kin folk. Im like ten fold what them other dudes do on tip toes. Im that pepto for your sour stomachs. feel like shit like you been woke. bad dream like was it real bro. cascade the scene with my hypno. face to face with god like is it real though.