Gr3at3st

Yo What if I Dropped a Nuclear War Head

Onto your Fore-Head's, in Just under Four Sec's?

Yo War's a Mess! Absorbed Stress? Dawg Every morning it feels like I walked into a newly formed hornets nests, with Jeff Hornacek,

Yo It sorta feels like they places four forceps on to my frontal Cortex, Ta Force upon death,

Ayo Thor What's next? No more oral sex? Yo As you guessed, i Should of takin' four more Breaths, then start walkin' around in My Orange Vest, with a Foreign Guest, towards your north end,

Yo of course im a vortex, Man the report says that In this short stretch, at my source was a short text, that of course said i was walkin' towards your front door step, with my whore ex,

just ta make sure that your floors were swept, Yo of course I'm a mess, i just escaped my fourth death! An Ta go more In depth, at my core im stressed, but I've become a hoarder of Respect,

Man accept the rhyme, but ignore the rest, how can you say i wasn't born to be the best?