Quick bars-20 mins

 

I'm picking up the rhymes when the beat drops

Rippin' up you swine, just in time for the beatbox

I've got circles of perfect weed crops

On the surface it surges with curtains of a certain insertion of cheap bombs

 

If this tripping shit writer / slips over the trip wire/ he'll get smoldered in lit fire

Always smoking bowls of dope /My flows are cold/ They'll dislocate your shoulder bones

Moaning folks loathe my jokes 'n' attempt to overthrow this flowing pro

Until they're comatosed

I'm over with you overgrown groaning toads

Thinking that everyone blows my bone and i'm on a golden throne

If you challenge me i will rap(wrap) circles around you like a broken bone

I've got an open dome, everything i know is woven in my emotions bro

You're known as a local joke with no notion of going home

After i make you sniff my potion of chloroform / U will wake up alone in a frozen zone

With nothing but soaking clothes and a broken phone 'n' no way of going home