the perpetrator never knew never properly represent the struggle the boy in the bubble is you not barbarino my flows unclog your souls like draino my logic-tight like plato with more troops than nato like a tornado in the barbados drop down give props to the third rock first come first serve shake the spot see you not so big like you thought you was i play like amnesia when i sees ya ridin my dick like a skeezah you forgot what you came here for why ya try to play that game you don't respect yourself still running that weak ass game time to bury the bloody hatchet in your i laugh when i hear yo rib cage crack fukkin you up like sprack you always mixin up yo fiction with yo facts what the soul for real is come correct,let me know what the deal is bro, pack your bowl, with my flow shit just ain't workin out no, i'm-a-have to let you go run a check from the neck up still runnin that wekass game