On my mind

sleep tight It's the rap games Freddy, steady with a reaper blade

put you in a shady chair cut you like danlgy hair

remove a bitch like Nair, see I'm a pimp no fear call that Ric flair

Fuck a diamond in the air, And no I won't do it no diamonds

in her ear

It's like every hoe expects a check to undress

every bitch has a pussy stop playing like you got

gps(golden.pussy.syndrome)

that's disrespect to the game

neglect a gold digger and direct her to the walk of shame

I know it's a cold shoulder sold my soul and I'm a coal

with a demon inside...watch me smolder

doc holiday I'm in a coat, with a colt, and a walking pole

ready to fold over a mole like note paper

shit I crumble you like old paper

spit you like a can of skoal

yea I chew a hater up down to the last bone

Destiny of me dying is foretold

they want me gone cuz I give the truth of the untold

Re-imanged death like jfk getting popped from the grassy knoll

composed culture, exposed flakes spitting flames,

dethroned greats

uncontrolled flows provoked lines and evoked fans with time

Raps is mummified never too decompose

like I'm timeless destined to stand the test of time