Yoyo
my lifes fucked, so im droppin rhyme bombs to pass the time on
my minds gone, fried like ozzies, im a kamikaze strapped to a time bomb
im fuckin hot,
my lyrical solar flares can melt a polar bear
and homie, i roll big, with 22's on my roller chair
im aware of this skill, but ayo, my life is a BITCH
so if you're lookin for a mill, high lifes in the fridge
i got my crew strapped nigga, we all suited for war
ill leave you on IV, like the roman numeral four
you think its a joke when i smile with this knife to your throat
ILL FUCKIN KILL YOU, hell, ill even write you a note
im violent, a little silent, but ill snap at you fast
my personality's cruel, you might expect me to back stab your ass