Radio 2.0

Radio. 2 backup Aye, put it in the air Keep it on the Ground Insulate the barrel Keep down all the sound. Tie a bag around. Police all your rounds burn the clothes leave the weapon Catch you out of town. I'm aerodynamic. I fly right through clouds. I'm in the wind I'm the Champion. Catch you out of bounds. Intellect of the nucleus I'm profound and serious when I go delirious on you fucking idiots insidious and frivolous training is everything One punch man. Clit to Clip. Nothing is Something When You're clinically insane. I won't complain. I'm corrupt. No time to Explain. Just get in. Here I go again. I love you girl. You just slide in. you make my bullets eject You just pretend one squeeze. enemy's lay around on the ground. Love you girl. From your Clit to Clip. Skip. I run the world but just for now. Until tomorrow comes around. you used to park cars? You Gotta Get the fuck out I'll straight up burn this bitch Lost and Found. let us all calm down. Man, fuck that shit. Represent to the fullest Imma hit a lick on a trick, No pitching Woo. Jangalang. Spitting slang Chain gang to the fake mc's. on thy knees, begging please. Never Mind back to the disease, according to experts. I'm crazy, I find that easy I'm not sorry for anything. Seize me. I'll touch back down More institutionalized More criminal, Than they ever realized I smoked so much god-damned crack I still dream about it. There's no turning back There's no slack In my Mack. Craig Style when I attack I'm gonna jack, whip, smack, and Fuck everything, and even shoot back, excuse my tact. I think my lack was infact a product, of my habitat. And my pops whipping ass. word to my momma, for dealing with that. I hope the other side is ready for pickup I ain't flinching bout tomorrow morning I'm just inching in the chow line, waiting for the pop off...any second, And you can't deal with that, penitentiary calling me. Lack of terms, I spit on that. Doing 10 paper. Lucky me. yeah, I need some y. don't know nerthin bout DAT.