[2tripple0]

yo right second post i started baking
As thought slowly formed colours started changing
yo im dope i dont even know how you write no lines
if you were a picket fence you still wouldnt come out white
you aint no dyke but ripping it aint easy on the mic
everybody wonder but no telling since its the end of life
yeah i was like until you seperated yaself from christ
what pattern this rapper inhabits inside his cell
hit the clock at twelve said it was a slug had no shell
i ran back the other way i was like fuck this shit
you keep hitting but aint no point to this bitch
yo i got protection but aint carry no ammunition
you a player but cant hang out without his composition
bitch fuck it that was a strange set up
but just like a drug yo this kid end up getting fucked