Fuck A Concept, I NEED FLOW BITCH!
Lots of things make me think I'm divorsed with spot
Forced with glocks,static shocks as static pops
Fanatic heart stop,most inter-line with devine lyrics
Within time spirits would uplift,like life's rough shift
Twisted Individual aint nothing to lyrically fuck with
Dying is my myth, instead of drinking fortey's with filths
Tift,moving head like someone with retarded syndrom
De-parted from a sin-rome, farted because the flem's wrong
Sick as watching a 70 year old lady in a thong, thats ironic
Dripping ass is low like temonic, rhyming slow but the speed of sonic
Shit is bubonic, ebonic making m with diagnosis which is SICK
Efflict the shit that way my illness addict the way i cant predict
My future like ms.cleo, not to restrict which causin conflict.