Habit 3

Stick my dick in between tits I’m king of this English

literature jizz on her cleavage

misdemeanor had fell on knees when she saw

my family jewelry she said

I’m hung like mob scene I’m obscene

I’m coming for next like nooses and jewelry

waiting to be debriefed news of the jury

insidious simian with a hideous crimson grin

an a tinted chin from a primitive sinister dinner binge

thoughts finna get dark as obsidian voices can get distorted

persons can harbor bitter resentment resurfacing

with a morbid twist void seems so cold noises cause nausea it’s nature is nervousness

for the reserved portion of disturbing verses is just retort of the word smith

rewarded for services in order to afford recording diverse perverseness

disregard the arson committed pick apart the carcass wish upon a star that she’ll stick around a

lil longer begin the sickle tossing in august

this is a grim harvest feel like Merlin

either wizard or wordsmith

blood curdling chills still reverberate

first I murdered milf wore her sterling

silver bracelets of pearls that were on her person

your debating how my ink spills iller than you

no pencil pen still I’m the dopest in skill

don’t get killed in the booth

get blessed like a sneeze the way I’m spraying at u

best in the west and in the east

I’m a beast word of mouth even north and south agree

no bird n fly in sky rolling stone fool can scorn me cuz

my pupils corneas are pointier destroying the beat before anyone

thinks they can compete complete fail there plans foiled it’s weak

boy face defeat like a kick to the head

squashed like an ant by gigantic legs

ya mans is dead