writing inside of my phones bunk- taking my time to performs dumb- I like writing- recording and shutting up all of these morons. you don't know who I am- but if you take the time to learn. you'll see why every rhyme has my gut to start to burn- ima robot, mathematical with the rhymes- always foraging for a new way to write outside the lines. like a dope habbit. this my dope habbit, in my habitat to let you dopes have it with some flow static- I'm striking quit Devine. devilsish maybe. just damaged and crazy. shy until I blow if you try to betray me. don't fight like a lady. I'm nuts with it. fuck bitches, can live without em and love the shit. I'm tired of everything. I want money and shit. some cigarettes and coffee and I'm set as the script. you got a problem then fuck you all. watch me leave as you can suck these balls. I'm gonna peace- and watch you fall. I'm never mean. just on my raw. don't care what you say. I'm cut so strong. and you can, go all away though I'm what you want.