Smokin kush in flying carpet
God rap wearing halo's as tophats
Rollgrass mary poledancin, on pottracks
Rappin' superbot, smoking harry's pot
Turned my craft to a witchcraft, married hiphop
Liplock, tongue action spittin magic
Pen tactics, can't imagine, living addict
Scribbling till I losed a fraction of a bone fragment
I keep myself awake with hanging cold magnets
Gotta keep my head up, faggets know my domes a weapon!
So if my drive comes by go low as your hoes profession
as for now i'm uninsipired so you can have that summer match
But know if i was to buck 1 tire chances of a comeback
would be that of negative do the math after this aftermath
I'm leaving instruments, genius,master rap
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