JibberJabber

Sluts smoking twack in the back of a black Acura

Huffing up gas I'm a master of mathematics sir

Hear a track drop and I know I have to have it,

Like an addict with crack rock huh

Gathering my black thoughts up

I'm a rap captain I'm smashing such hot stuff, with the

Blast off wax coughs, laugh lots got bud

You're just an aberrant haver of mad smack talk,

I'm a ravenous raptor aw fuck

Splattering amateurs brains

Attacking with chandelier chains

Impassioned fat shocks no saying weather savage or sane

Suffering damage & pain... I'm in hell floating past lost bandaging veins

Self loathing gone, that's a fearable bad picture dang, no help holding on

It's a lyrical fat mixture of slang spoken strong, rounded but broken

Spherical crack fissures opening when empirical rap hits ya it's potent then

Wreck your head, collect my debt leave you left for dead

Every set is never less than extra fresh heck yes

Blessed with impressiveness, indirect messages

Competitors never get better they just do more I'm always improving I'm moving with true force

Producing groove & I'm cruising the due course

Of course dude and I brutally boot whores for sure true

I'm crucially bruising a fools ventricles if too bored too

Elusively lose lucidity oops counting to two

Consuming fluid in the fountain of youth