[Mr. J]

this is my mercy flow for wherever the unworthy roam
pitch perfect prose permeating in my pitch persons nose
picking punks out & hurting those with an unnerving dose
burning man, burning hos, Fahrenheit 451 is derping doe
when its your turn to roll you take the suburban road...
picture perfect yo, they got me mad Max Im swerving close
dressed in urban clothes with my hand on some burning toast
observe the smoke, fastest gunslinger with nervous toes..
itchy trigger fingers blah blah blah sipping juice in the morning
now my gin & juice is pouring told ya girl whats the use in mourning
Im done....duece...till morning...