DamnFreshFineClandestine

The truth is when I do shit I rock well

Got the noose slip loop on the top shelf

And I'm ready to use it quick aw hell

Think of proof of the Roswell crash

And the fact I want to have my pockets swelled fat

Get the hell back or I pop your head like a gel cap

I compel rap, weak rapper's stuff crap, yeah I can smell that

I get to the top helter skelter when you fell fast

I'm a whelp whipper hell giver & I spell cast

 

Sitting tired in the middle of the night

Rarely ever been higher while I scribble & I write

I'm getting mired in the pitiful & trite

Feeling miserable is life

Death is alleviation

Mind's critical & dry

Blessed inebriation

At the pinnacle and on top

Raved cynical & non stop

Rapping instrumental bomb drops

Bury the hatchet not married but very dramatic

Warp time I'm staring at Nazareth

Contort rhymes not caring for average