Since my mind is mentally inactive, I'm ready for anything,
try to stop my brain from stopping me, my medulas just a casualty,
A colastomy bag fit for a soccer team, couldnt fit the shit I'm talking in it,
I'm hard as anchors no spinach, bodys an inner sanctum with nobody up in it,
I break verses down like white owls,
With cannibus high cannibal sylables,
Chase a shot of verbs down, with a nice sound beating and showdown,
With broken bottles of guinness, spitting on you even after you finish,
A water bottle filled with fish shit,
Now that's the earth being ignant,
That's why I treat her like I do,
And burn rubber on mother earths Midwest boob,
I'm king so never the bottom of hills, who would I have to worship me or collect all my bills,
And if you ever see pigs fly out my ass, its cause all my old beefs with scribbled X's took my pen and stabbed me,
My fuck ups even scribble kill bill...
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