I have always been given pity, I prayed my sorrow, it would decay, tomorrow should be a better day, I convey I’ll never fade, I feel invasive in my own hot weathers state, like the Everglades. I still have to pend to send a letter to fate, I have memories that no men or women with cheddar could pay. Nobody ever endin me, my lucidity is forever infinity, stay away from my vicinity, my tendency having me sweating bullets like Kennedy, thoughts hard to swallow like ketephines with no water and metaphines without gulping harder, such a drag, so much of a hag, I wouldn’t touch her bag, cause judging by her rainbow flag, ain’t no lad, she must be a fag. Not even a red light is stopping me, all songs are created with an open mind like a lobotomy. Fo shizzle, my old nizzle, angst is now so little, my flows are like riddles, hard choices in the middle but they must be made like an full acquittal. Hey Todd, I know in every way I’m odd, but why nobody notice in rap I play god, age pops, takes off and ruins ya skills, that’s what Dre got. Also, your false in retro cause you down to go low but solo you higher then falsettos. Oh yeah, if you think I’m quitting, no way I’ll stop, I will stay on top, until the day I drop, that’s what my rage brought, never once have I stayed off, not until I slayed the law, I play raw, will I fade? Naw! I’d rather gnaw off ya top jaw, I’m grated more then a plate of tater tots, I could go on like my mom takin bout how she favors my pops, but come around and in time you’ll see I have greater thoughts, I’m so smoking my burps are converted into vapor drops. alright I gotta go, later thots, and take this flavored Tylenol, you sound like Vader’s coughs. The one and only defender, doesn’t need a gun to slowly turn to an offender, and note when I word verses and return to being a venter, I fly higher then Christian Tenors, so listen and remember, I can tournament like a wish kids temper, never tender, forever lack of morality, a reality bender, you can’t fist this contender, it’s the Karmageddon. No idea who you cussin at, just bustin raps, all new raps were made outta rust and scraps, every song was created with nothin but wrath, somethin happened on way and it transferred to a bloodbath,