[Kaspa]

I'm arm wrestling with the devil, fork lifts bowl to poor some fruity pebble

And my fork lifts the remains of al queda try to reach the level when squach charlet the spider

The bongs higher so I'm learning to toss the lighter

Set fire to a habadab,rest in peace to the former,kwads four we are performers

Blunt intelligence intellects with a hard persona

Toss body bags in a sauna

The heat raises the stench nd the stench is what I'm serving

Got a pocket filled with posies,and my chain is made of serpents

Exquisite verses, and I written them in cursive,kasper spits the crack nd the dope is without the curses

Blacker when I rap, like the black top with a donut

My high top actions is what makes rock the mic like sharona

Spanards sipping on corona, while posting on bodegas

My bars are brain shakers,these lyrics are drum beaters

My words antagonizing ether,i like my light skin feature

Im buck tooth beaver with a gap to fit a beaker

Despite these flaws my raps remain flawless

Entadres tougher to knock you out nd leave u toothless,kasper is physical ruthless

Grab a bat and call me babe cuz I be beating her Ruth

Less critisize about despite the gap inside mouth,this body bag is to big to fit inside my houses

[Truuth]

So lets see you got overachievers teachers weed smokers

And preachers nonchalant people just lying over beats

Then got truth using a needle so evil cracking backs on some

Cyropracting habit flashing tracks with some fucking matches

Striking pageants on nights and spiking bats in a fight

And lighting caskets to smoke some ashes toking up after life

3 holes in a tombstone of one directions new songs

A few bongs and im loading macks for a faster wipe

Eliminating criminals devil worshipping backwords subliminals

Is it true im a rebel forbidden

On levels that’s never reached by any prior boy spitting

So it makes me the first lacing your purp with more wisdom

You doing oxycontin I rather do a strapped blonde swooshing around

Her teeth and a pound of round brown dropping

Establishing a repertoire that’s now found hot since

Other rappers are being called out in every song out

Necrolampoon a damn goon sipping tap water in cancoon

A damn fool with hand tools

So next time I talk or I shout

You just end off

Wonder why I always end songs with dead jaws nigga cause I blend words

Withcurses and let off more than bishop to men toys

Its sad to see the tragedy the ways I take tracks and beats

And eat chords until I stretch noise I hope I did splendid

For the next joint the point is im dead wrong