Untitled Song

I've broken more thrones than bones

Get on the beat and ride it like a cyclone

Homes stolen, sewn cushions with the dough thrown

All throughout the house like a crazy woman's demon gloam

 

Some say my rhymes don't make sense but at least I'm making cents

Hell bent with the lent hunger left upon the deck

Because life ain't fucking shit without the carnal sin of flesh

Or the feeling of green or the cut upon your neck

 

Before some people say that I don't even touch the check

I would flex another way so that you don't disrespect

any rising talent who don't rely on reference

Any old veteran'll choose me as the preference

 

They say I rhyme like Chernobyl

First blast is deadly but it's really going global

I ain't a peasant or a noble

But as far as rhymes go, my reputation's fucking mobile

 

I don't have time for any games

As far as I see it, my aim's the claim

to exterminate any mothefucker who's insane

polluting the rap