That’s right,

I said that shit like I said it right

You’re bad and this shit

and it gonna cost you life

I make a band,

in a fucking blink, but I don’t talk

I don’t profit when I’m sleepin,

Imma sneeze you

sleepwalking

Stop talking

Sleep walking

Stop talking

At a pawn shop you’re a buck fifty

Still mad that I look healthy?

I’m picking gold like it's spittlin

out my infills so don’t fuck with me

Lotta talk but no persuasion

Lotta nerve for a damn Caucasian

I’m pouring out the magazine

You’re a T-shirt by thanksgiving

fuck god I pray to pizza

kiss the chef n meet the maker

If you are what you eat then Why I

got no friends at the lunch table

Tattooed but I’m temporary

Real death is fucking scary ...