I bleed from out my pen put my soul into these notes

keep my feet inside this land but I find home inside these quotes

So Ion need to shake ya hand can’t pretend no

love to show

I keep it honest in my sonnets like I’m singing under oath

The stuff I wrote equivalent to what killers keep under coats

Cook you fucking jokes

soon as the oven close

No ducking smoke

What I’m bringing to your speakers is like that tree I stuff in cones

keep my peak above the ceiling only death could lug you close

And it could be there if you want to

beginnings were very humble

Now it’s only right I tell theres a God’s lurking amongst you

Makes sure you know the ropes before you step inside the rumble

I got practice from scraping demons I beat inside my bubble

And I ain’t never been the huddle type

Or one to leave a puddle I

Might just fuck around and bring a flood and tell you fuckers find a muthafuckin way

Find a muthafukin way

Find a muthafuckin way

That’s out my muthafuckin way