Mad Flow

I got mad flow, that is red hot. Crimson like my eyes, cause they are blood shot.

The weeks approaching so, I smoked a roach for the back pain.

I`m stained, but not the from the killer strain, it`s a blood spot.

 

Acting like an active volcano throwing lava and heat up.

I explode, I pop, I stomp, and start smashing my feet.

Like an earthquake the ground breaks, no one’s safe from me.

 

Not even hoes in their mansions, or their sweet sugar daddies.

 

Living life like a crime scene, it`s an overreaction (ovary action),

Ending this sentence with a dot, not satisfaction.

My attitude’s obscene, so please pay attention,

Just being a pussy, no need to call the damn cops in.

 

Lacking patients, I can`t stop.

Full of tension, treating red lights like greens.

When they light up. Go so fast that I blow trees.

Pull through to grey, it`s red like a cherry.

Zooming is my way. I`m a fun guy (fungi) today.

Gonna hit your red chariot. On the high way.

Now watch the ashes cave. As we incinerate.

Cremation is your grave, you were a waste of space.

 

Bash your side, when you go through the green light (scary).

T-Bone you, in the night, hitting hard.

Like it`s done to me when the night`s right.

No accident, my flows heavy, the bloods meant, taking down your Chevy.

It’s not a feat, if you know what I mean, I`m not polite.

I`m mean at this point, I’m acting like your worst enemy.

I actually am, guaranteed.

 

Roll a joint, save it just for me.

I guess I’ll go solo, flicking the bean, cause my man is out, he opt.

Not to go inside me, so, so low I will go with this new toy I bought.

I got a scratch I need an itch. But my man refused to pitch.

Run home, but no home run for this mutha fuckin` bitch.

Use my fingers, tag they`re it.

I be playing hide, they ought to be playing seek.

For the pearl inside, this isn`t fucking clam meat.

Like Moses I will deliver myself through the red sea.

Feel the quiver of my legs, back, hands as I breathe.

 

(sex sounds)

 

Parting my legs I got a mess now to clean.

Pardon my behavior, I never liked my Aunty.

Part of me, is just wishing that I was empty.

Praying for the moment when calm I will be.

Paying for my words, my actions are naughty.

Not me, too haughty. Too hot on the inside of my body

 

Cold sweat running down my face, like exercising.

Cold words running from my mouth into my mind and,

Just like liquid, I got a gold flow. Only pissing on you cause I`m lyrical.

The liquid running down my legs isn`t cold though.

Similar to the blood that`s leaking threw your new clothes.

One day, this will stop, when I grow old. Oh. When I grow old, oh…

Fuck, I have to grow old?