Hot Seat

I sit in fire as I write this.

I'm as lit as the wire when I fight the dire to lift higher. The body I'm in.

Giving it a hobby to spin.

Everybody just left the lobby I'm in.

Giving it a cocky grin.

This isn't a poppy spin on the that shit you copy.

I win when there's no race.

No stopping me when I go chase and leave with the dough.

I'm 'ma ghostfaced killer. G.O.A.T raping thriller.

Picture this, my dick your bitch.

Throat taping, driller.

There's no hope waiting.

I feel her coat shaking while I choke Miss Miller.