Now in my younger days I would sport a shag

I'd dim the hunger pains

Just to sort the tracks

Sit back coerce the tracks

Spliff grass proportion facts

Chit chat to tour the map

Flick ash proportion bags

Split gaps and thwarted class

With that afforded tabs

Floor the gas tour with cats

Escort it back to hoard the stash

Did work but more to pass did that

"decor" the past with cats in touring cabs

It's boarding fast no more to grasp

Spit raps in according fashion

Started out with bad approaches rapping bogus

Barking foul facts in focus now I'm loud on tracks eloped with topics where mental states toxic penciled waste face the world hypnotic

Aw shit

These gullable faggots like sullen full fabricated tug and pull raps that have this skull of full packets of grape drink colorful past wits on hates brink

Have you even got some time believing talk from five or more sources who's bullshit spills more if it's hawked from dry orafices applied more since it's jive morphosis are choruses pried from more with it's lies extorting shit

Get it. Straight

Get it? Straight

Can't take jokes? Fuck it. Let it play

Past I better look back at it

Latched but never hooked bad addict

Glad my lever pushed grabs at it

Its craps added

Fuck this shit luck is split

Past baggage fuck a hit

Rather spit tracks savage

Spit hazmat and crash lavish

Its flashbacks is slashed ravished

I grab a pen to get cynical

Minimal pivotal pinnacles

Back again to get digital

Stack amends shit gets pitiful

My head feels like a time bomb I'm ticked off

Shed feelings spite the shine gone kicks rocks

I could spit something how many stupid to believe it

Nim-wits nothing sounds putrid you concieve it

Bionic hearing like a bunny rabbits my phonics tearing mics

Funny habits on wax or gigabytes tracks gunning to spin a plight it's patched in a mic