Call me Dexter Morgan when im transforming your organs,
rearranging your appetite, since balls was all you were ordering,
plates knives and forks? you sure do go all out!
heat up a fuckin hot pocket and shut your fuckin mouth,
you ain't shit, just headed the same direction, south,
my homies can get you flushed out, turned into a coat and boots now,
tell me what it is, in this life of yours you seek?
could it be the fact you still tryna reach the peak or passed it now just wasting speech.
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