[veritas]

Bro: Destroying your soul with lyrical fitness is fixing to become my business,
Like how about you’re the parable of why Ralphie shouldn’t have asked for that bb gun for Christmas
The glock’ll put you in a coma, glaucoma got your eye missing like Obama on the night of Benghazi
Life terrorized your face and your self-esteem so now u gotta lie about chicks giving you gobbly
Real men give chicks the dick in the room, you the kinda square ignored off in the lobby
lol your whole real life is you accidently playing two face for a hobby
Your parents want you to move out, they are ashamed of you, never speak of your life to their friends,
Will this pussy end his life sentence like a period? I’ll be fair…it depends.
Maybe you get a girlfriend, and a job, and some vision insurance?
Or maybe just more of the same, then depression lynchpins this worthless
It’s like you need to battle, to inflict the pain you feel about your life onto others
I am exposing your flaws like it’s my mission from God, that’s Blues Brothers.
Let the analysis deepen: You ain’t shit, and your cookie cutter style proves it
Choppers, fuck the coppers? That lame shit makes me want to lose it.
It’s all lies and no one believes you. Look kids this 135 pound gangster deceives you!
You been hit so hard you don’t even realize it, internal injuries, slowly they’ll bleed thru.