devilish jesus flows got family up in Texas that I hardly even know bouta start doing shows gonna do shows concert halls bouta explode. pockets are thirsty let's sign this contract money stacked talk as tall as a UFO jump off juronamo hands to my chest kanitchiwa flows like I'm the mr miyagi of hip hop I dont stop when my canabalized flows start bright as 3 stars dropping off the slow starts I hop in both spots that has dalmatians in the dog box I rock n roll make your corn pop buttery like a buck shot at fort knocks RIP to the pussy cause I've never had pussy in my heart till I meet you I'm good but I'm evil when I rite a verse it's a sequel seeing the people the fame is now the real of my life and ima reel the same fish in twice run around pockets of flows dont drop your pocket eminem tiny necklace lock it we watch as the curtains is dropping and I'm all over the top of em cook like I'm the stove to the oven I'm burning it up like I'm burning this dope smoke it I'm checking you know we roll young but I'm old old like the soul that I own in my zone like a clone I rite my music alone you know I'm alone at my home switching my path directional pad beat making beat slaying I'm hitting this beat pad got the beats by the fat bag smoke green its zig zag toss a pork skin it's a Checharon stop in real freestyle I owned and if you step ta d you already know I will fill up with smoke brain on