My rhyming skills got you climbing hills
I travel through your mind into your spine like siren drills
I'm sliming grills of roaches, with sprayed n disinfectant
Twistin necks of rappers til their spinal column disconnects
We disinfect then check the monologue, turn your system up
Twist em' up, and indulge in the marijuana smoke
When that nigga said that shit I flipped my fuckin lid first time hearing it.
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