[Chorus x2]

Miss Macro

Spits rap flows

Hot like tea or coffee

To be or not be

See you'll stop me

Eat MCs over these hot beats

Welcome to

A world where

Every word chases

Flirtatious

Further a station to gain a first name basis

[Verse 1]

Hiss and listen loud

Kids is disembowled

Chick is wild

Chicken's cow

Sit around

Spit fire misses doubt

Sick in mouth

Lit and douse

The wick taunts the talkers

Lord endorsement naughty daughters of court need cornered

Embroiling authors publish rubbish love lifts weights to shoot

Face the truth, shaded truths, taste of tainted wasted youth

Paper Zeus

Crashes crushed

Axe and slash the facist fucks

Pack us up with acts of love

That's enough now [?]

Clutch a sword and shield, the war will wield, the walk towards the hills

So big is the swarm of killed, assault disorder, war of wills

Death and mega doses, bed of roses, rest your head and toeses

Set in motion, best kept separatist dead emotions

Better Moses on dad

To the corner store towards a court of law

Waterfall all your thoughts and talk about your [?]

See, they say rap's a game

But I don't care who's in front

I'm the heroin that leaves your head nodding like you're using junk

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2]

This is it

Put your hands up

Till they reach the sky

Pizza pie

Eat the slice

We all just want a piece of life

I'll leave this light on

So ya'll can watch my heart [?] dance, carve on hands, shatter sharp and stab the glass of lava lamps

Artifacts of art and facts

Part and chaps my skill and flows

Ill and own

Six of the killers code that only villains know

So spray your way [?] to trains of thought

You shouldn't be thinking

My shows shake the floor

Make your

Jump till you leave limping

Scorched by sun rays

Tongue saves

Love compadres

You can come stay at my mom's place, you bunch of fucking fuckfaces

I can, hear the vacuum whispering

Kipper wings in spinning force

My lips can kick in doors

And this is all I think I'm living for

Bless art and God

Rough [?]

Yes laugh it off

Till your head starts to stop

Pass it on, "X" marks the spot

Wait

Life's just a big 1-800 booty call

Macromantics spreading love that comes with cooties ya'll

Tootie-fruity talk as long as it's passionate it's macking shit

Smacking six pack the rapper with the phattest [?] get back at this

Activist who's head is twist

Yeah I said it bitch

This text Oedipus make fellas flip, I'm throwing Ella Fitz

Soul Jazz, baby

Life

Improvised moments

Quantum

Self battalion

True [?]

It's all jazz

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3 x4]

Baa baa black sheep have you any wool

This Sin City's full of critical

Kids who think they're pretty cool

But I'm a

Play safe straight break until they take shape

Drape lace over the fake and then save face