When i'm kickin and spittin hecticly i think my own rhymes got a vendetta against me eventually/ that if i keep going the vets might even mention me/ but clearly i gotta long way to reach my goals and dominate for a better part of the century/my major influences influenced me to be lyrically poisonous and deadly like the government murking kennedy/ i know im twisted in my head and i cant help it/ but when im rhyming i black out and i feel helpless/so i spit what comes to mind and sometimes im a little selfish but i always melt mics to the point where it becomes ferocious and selfless/ doctor please dont give me a neurological test/ cus when im at my best/ is when im twisted and in distress/ to the point where i might pull out a certain tech/ and blow my fuckin brains out take away the stress/ and take all the pain out/i know this shouldn't be allowed and i should be strapped inside the house/ but i got more shit to think of while im prayin to the man with clout not to take me out...
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