Private institution attending ass ****

Used to revel in caucasian ass ****

Hatch told me indulge in my craft ****, you **** ass

I gotta spare them

Aware of the air I gotta share with these ****

To y'all this a throne, to me it's a chair

Gouge the eyes out of those who stare, let the circle get smaller like every year, no space, no room for squares

And my problem as a youth was refraining from saying ****

Institutionalized, so bear with them

**** do have suicidal tendencies, the crackers just excavatum

Self digging in their soul, but can't bear witness that the Seraphim would be a ****

God would be a ****

They said keep your friends close and your enemies closer

Hatch had a hand in my success, I wouldn't know poetry if he gave me the cold shoulder

Damn, that's facts

If I put my mind to it, I could allocate mad quaterns for you ****, pardon my French

I keep the room reeking of reefer, so please pardon the stench

Pardon the dent God Tier put it in the heads

Mowing the outgrown hair follicles

Rappers round my way biting like carnivores, you **** dishonorable

A real emcee, last of a dying breed

Hogtie rappers by the feet, hang them like piñatas I gotta beat

**** not ready

Mal