Rhyme scheme

My ears red my eyes popping out

like what’s yu talking bout

My eyes red my ears poppin out

so high up on a cloud

told her if she ain’t blowing me

then hopefully it was nice knowing me

nothing but excuses and lies from her good for nothing mouth

if she ain’t sucking up then get the fuck out

guess the silence inside is bittter sweet poetry

gotta treat for the bitch trick or treat Halloween

body a temple or haunted house

It’s simple I Pop her like pimple I’m dropping demos now

No joke I drop the most now I feel like the hottest out

To whom was they talking down ear buds in too so I hear not a sound

Too soon see the white chalk around ya ma shovin my cock in mouth

She finna top it off she boppin I’m watching her bottom bounce

Off of the addy I cannot function sorry it ain’t working now

She say I made her feel dirtier than each word when I cursed her out

Y’all live off a nouns I live off the verbs my deeds unannounced

You fuckniggas snitching and blurting out I go beserk I pick up a pound

smoke ya family tree put ya seed up in the ground she went some rounds

with the silencer I got her screaming out

Ya wish I was quieter but I’m hell bent finna let the demons out

Nothing new under the sun you rappers claim to invent the sound what is you speaking bout