I generate heat with Rhymes I pack lighters
Incenerate the beat watch my lines back fire
See me torchin attire cummin hot to burn rubbers
scorchin brighter than the sun lip locked like twin lovers
give cock to 10 mothers, send shock the kids stutter
Straight out the country like crock, I spread butter.
Ain't no future sorry flow hit your drains like grease
Not even Super Mario get more game than these
Ima pimp. Ima G, to the highest degree
be like SAT's get embarassed when you test me
Not prestidge Ivy League,
just kryptique and mystique
if spirits write lyrics then Im six feet deep ughhhhhhhhh!!!!
This is the start of a new song, so tell me how bad it sucks.
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