Untitled Freestyle

i woked up and got washed but lost my dosh when i was cross

sat down and had a fag but gagged as i had a cough

went up the loft and crossed the junk as it hunked

came down the loft and troght to the right and lost my height

i went for a bite but lost my appertight

i could have jumped but i got dumped

as the day went on i lost weight and had a debate if i was a date

i had a cape but lost the tape

i had a mate but she was ape and coudnt take shape

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate