Who Gives A Fuck

times ticking while i'm spitting up a storm

before my momma's warm hole was torn the sworn day i was born

thirty first of december i can still remember

no wonder every verse makes you shiver and reminds us the fill of winter

invisible motives like a deranged ghost is

the only thing seen is me like fiends; remained in focus

hocus pocus i got you under some sort of strange hypnosis

my rhyme scheme is ferocious

and y'all might seem hopeless