Scrap Rap #1

While you was wishin an hopin so somatic, I was blastin illmatic

My flow is short winded as my airway is inflamed cos im asthmatic

And now I ask ya. Can you feel my asthma? Shortening your stanza

Chillin in the savanna with my girl hannah hoping my flow can quench us

My quintessential menses, running from ever stencil, so beside yo pencil

Sit back and watch a radio, listen ears clearly, lucid spills beer pebble

Alcoholic rock, I shock my own doctor when I shot cops with my sock, huh?

My own cock in my hands, It's KFC, I'm undead walking zombie like an AMC

My AMD motherboard, mothers bored, nothing to do but clean the cupboard door

I love a war, nothing better than armed conflict, my bed's bruising, I'm bed sore

Smack you with my own tricep until I break my bicep I buy Seps

No legs, that's paraplegic, my steez is up in the air, higher than Yeezus

Rocking my red Octobers, only month in the damn for seasons

Now I hunt like poachers, homely roaches, leechin up on my demons

I'm columbine, mass murderous, devils services. I'm servin this

With pen and pad or just my platter, my plate is full of nervousness