Right From Wrong

It's been awhile since I added another body to a pile

Since we're on topic, I'm going in sick

Not that fake Ebola shit

It's a disaster, prepare for an epidemic

My arithmetic and put you in a state of mind

Where you need to go back in time leave you dead in the ditch

The rap game is my bitch

You have to be super human like a predictable witch

Knowing what patch you have to reattach

After I start a fire from a blink of a match

I can walk though razor blades without a single scratch

And use your girl like a puppet when I grab a hold of her snatch

Go ahead and bash

That's my ammo I use to attack

You're a mac, I'm the big mac with cheese

Known to go as far an an unknown power

I can make chuck Norris look like a coward

With a mouth like Howard

I devour what I love that's sour

This rap is just of the dome

I don't need anyone's help

I've always been on my own

Concentrated and focused on your weak zone

That can break bones like snapping a frozen drone

Onto an ice cream cone

Let me enjoy this so leave me alone