They'll all adhere to adverse, here i am per request
Spirit gun still cap souls in a nation brainwashed by Percocet
And xans, better check who's hand they're urkin next
Because the god smack this earth like a rock band, chaos and burnin flesh
I make them pay for it whenever they think this smoke free
Talent in music is like Bowie, rhyme schemes beautiful like @
Bodey
But will be gone too soon like Kobe, swagger and flow king, pretty boy like Flacko Jodeye
Mood swing though I'm smiling bars are mean like Joe Green
Show stopper like Danity Kane, strained by insanitys brain
Just want a mansion in the plains, private dancers and a plane
Back off, think this Capcom? Not a game...
Tragedys my name take the laughter with the pain..now back to work loading trailer tractors full of drank