Crime and its addiction, this aint fan fiction, cradling the dead while drownin in affliction. Feel this friction, colder than eviction, like a crowd of clowns at a crucifixion. Its a malediction, dont go to church but I give benediction.
Catch me up when you write a freestyle so cold, it dont even hold, rhymes typed like bold, beat so hard it gonna be gold, bitch ima get a million sold.
Puffin that chronic, goin supersonic, trippin on tonic, my rhymes be harmonic, evil and demonic, my flow be so sick, it be caustic, my rhymes so sick Ibe agnostic, streamin on data while you runnin a diagnostic
Catch me up when you write a freestyle so cold, it dont even hold, rhymes typed like bold, beat so hard it gonna be gold, bitch ima get a million sold.
Puffin that chronic, goin supersonic, trippin on tonic, my rhymes be harmonic, evil and demonic, my flow be so sick, it be caustic, my rhymes so sick Ibe agnostic, streamin on data while you runnin a diagnostic