confessions of an atheist

everybody say that they ain't afraid of death

till a gun's in their face and then they holding their breath

what was that you saids you a G and smoke tree

you float like a butterfly and pop caps off like a bee

but your fucking failure you ain't Mohammed Ali

straight up thats the only thing that clear for me to see

yeah believe it you ain't shit next to me

you bitch texting me having sex on her knees

heaven hell and earth it's all in my domain

they all scream when i spit fire like propane

I habitually smoke weed coping mechanism

release all this sadness depression exorcism

spread wisdom with lyrical journalism

scare all these rapper fucking musical terrorism

from dead to arisen my flow turn water to liquor

on a roll tobacco roll up all the fucking swisha

writers block bars stuck in mind

got bars one of a kind

don't step out of line