My techniques stench is conceived wet
From a diseased wench with Links head
delta high tours Jedi minds try force
Likewise course in my tye dye shorts
trippin off Liberty and the holy trinity
divinity mixed with zero sympathy
just keeping company high for my enemy's
dressing in tight denim jeans sippin lemon tea
judging till the hear the horn symphony
forgiving me for intruding with a nickle piece
aiming at heads and any other fools who tickle me
elmos fire couldnt stop you and your little dreams
so I brought sickles equipped with fickle themes
etchings of lifes taken with blood still trickling..
shit and you thought these rappers had sicker dreams
I'm having a glorious time off the top.where my fiddle be
where my fiscal dreams meet day and night...
riddle me....that
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