Eh. Work.

I beat that ass so bad, the crowd received ATROPHY (a trophy)

Believe me, the reason was beyond deceiving,

Forging this masterpiece;

Happily trashing my past with tragedies, and magically;

Passing the pipe and stabbing fiends as we convene//

Togetherness, always held the better because i'm the best;

Rest your weary and worn head upon my chest-

I won't flex, nor test patience of the troubled minds;

Counting the time between my\ rhymes, i begin the final climb//

To the top of the ladder, intelligent minds ENT;

DMT RIP Eazy-E

Reminisce with the thought of herding lots of sheep;

Little Bo Peep except i can't sleep and it's eating whole heaps;

Of cold, cheap- Sleazy slices of turkey, bread and cheese;

I don't know, whatever i mean; And whether i seem;

Insane or deranged; outside of my game; My mind-

It's whatever, my time, came when i shined//