A Reminder

I flick my bic

When I git sick

Cause my medicine

Is to murder eleven kids

No Excedrin can make’m better

Cause when I sever it’s to the letter

 

What time is it

my alzheimers hit

goat I mighta been

If I didn’t like to lie in bed

Startin’ to feel tired again like I’m retired and

on fire when

 

I lit this entire ci-

ty block like anti-

fa

cept we not

paid off like Madoff

nope just got laid off

back to shoppin at kmart

reusin’ the same cart

but it’s the season

to find another reason

to loot every convenience

 

store

 

you mad like it’s your mission

meanwhile I’m fixin to relax and watch simpsons

stop trippin

I got symptoms

of god sins

I’m fraught with

Slaughterin’ topics

whenever I’m coughin

Never exhausted

to give’m remarks as a martian

just to hear them scoff while I’m taking off yellin’ fuck’em all

 

you look appalled

with that red gi and hair up tall

call me king

cause I like to brawl

and aint nothing

that you can do at all

I’m Tekken you to the Law

yeah

and I don’t mean Lei Wulong

 

cause I’ve seen in the tea leafs that our melee will end with you feeling queezy

like a small boat on a deep sea

puttin’ bodies in bags like a beanie

Irrelevant since 03

Don’t think a whole sink of motrin could slow me

At the mouth I am faux ming

Ze

That means you don’t know me

Huh?

Like your below knees

Son

 

I remember when I couldn’t do a

92’ Supra

But now I’m changin’ in boothsa

while they callin’ me super

Like the King of the Koopas and you’re just a troopa

Hey now

Don’t pull a Junior Seau and take the easy way out

It’s okay now you can gain clout

If you shout the same script as they crowd

 

I’m lookin to get paid out

Like a hit a jackpot in the last slot

Not so fast huh?

It runs right past fuck

Every time it lands on triple bars

How the fuck will that buy a car

Maybe I should hit up Marty mar

That’s that bad boys living

I might not ask fuck giving

Did he just… Diddy?

 

Why I

always

gotta

remind’em

of it?

 

Why my

throw aways

got

more lines

than Guillen

 

They ask

For a

Verse

Imma

Give’m fifty

 

You’ll leave

In a

Hearse

If you

Loot my city

 

High time

 

That you realize when you pick sides

You seal your mind to synergize to the hive mind

 

My crime

 

Is that I kill time

No pills or high

Just like to sit still

Don’t git jiggy like big Will

But I will keep grindin’ like a big wheel

 

But fuck getting political

It’s silly though

Barely literal

When I craft these syllables

Got a feelin’ I could

Stack’em to the ceilin’

Without ever shilling

And not make a shilling

 

So hot off the press witness unrest before the arrests

I promise no less I’ll never confess

In court I will jest like I got horns on my head

I scorn and detest if you’re born in success

 

I run amok like a four letter mess rhymes with fuck but you’ll never guess

Give my forehead a rest

Just let it pour from my pen

Till I hit the floor and I’m dead

But there’s more to be said

I’ll be more abhorrent undead

 

Like a zombie bill cosby

Always puddin my cock where it should not be

Yeah she was fumin’ but then exhausting

I said git lost before I call the cops

Already paid’em off

Unlike Stacey Abrams (cough)

Yeah I say it all

I’m revered like Paul

Endearing when I scrawl

My feelings before I fall

But like Sheen I think I'm bout to shoot up

Like I'm in a mall

I’ll never steer you wrong

Jesus take the wheel I’m gone