no air to breathe mentally ill when I spit guts foreal I line em by time again losing they mind duplication I rhyme em soak em in twine forget the rest lose ur time it's slow like the motion blood dripping who's open just me I guess I seen demons walking hallways in the hollows no sleep for the wicked good with the gin like wick give me another lime so I can lose em again blood oozing dripping from the speakers they kicking knockers somewhere deep in the grime bitch boys get slapped with this nina I'm a busted light flickering pay ur fine crazy attitude imma flip my shit lose my lines always soaking up the winnings I'm lost in time due to the fact that y'all talk smack but not about it keep on crying I'm devastating the crowd with suicidal tendencies the skeletons keep my crowd chanting well