Hey (18:00)

They call me low Budget van damme until i smack his face down on the slab i see moles in my backyard but no holes in my yard stupid nigga with nose rings poke nosing in my case you lied pinocchio your nose growing long the sky is not my limit cause i have a space on NASA spaceship. my thoughts are wild in my mind am wild n out am not a flop like nick cannon but am shooting bars from a loose cannon My arsenal against my rivals are bitches with big ass letting an opening and making rivals loose focus alien bifocal but not vocal rhmmmmmm i can't hear what u saying am tired of being a local champion the only I get is less maybe what drake use to feed his ugly dog who whowho villians at my door teenage mutant is coming Raphael come save though am guilty I know what's coming i know what's next like the next topic on that DC comic jokes on u vamp with a blood tonic i can help u bitch my voice is supersonic keep kryptons from me they engergize my skeleton but y will i keep away something that gives more power i lied i just bit the tip of my tongue that shit will send me straight to a morgue am a young nigga with a ton of wit my alter ego is coming on as i step on the altar i don't strive well in a holy place demon come out of me pope sprinkling holy water am being delivered but i don't want to be delivered baptism taking place my name is Paul st paul niggas but i murdered good people before the change and am not sorry isn't that water suppose to cleanse me cause i think it made matter worse