**a masked rider appears on a pale horse **
I’m going bonkers at ya aunts house, bitch this summer slam
Turn ya grand mom lawn to summer jam, drop kick the bitch , do the running man
You’s A Zumba class teacher wit bad features
I’m out the lab beasting.. animal feasting u can’t leash it
I pray you find a god to make peace it cuz the afterlife’s sleepless
**he removes his hood to reveal a skull visage**
Ask Patrick what’s a master to a free man
Battle bars scribed in calligraphy free hand
I’m high but remain grounded like a tree branch
Drop knowledge to illuminate ya block like a street lamp
Gems and jewels gave to fools is a errand for dolts
I’m just a man mixed wit a ghost mind frequency 10000 volts
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