I Don't want hate, i just like to write.
look get the facts straight, i don't sit here on my mic, trying to rap hate, damn i already have enough food on my plate,
im original like you're ass just trying to be great, I get locked in my own rhymes, spitting prime on time, feeding you full food
with every well rehearsed line, since when being yourself, become a crime, living life for yourself, damn like it ain't mine
If you want a battle that's exactly what ill give ya, drop some punch lines off in the mail box for a instant deliva
spit cold, make you're body shiva, lucky i don't toast you're ass with this finger on the trigga, i blow fire right out of the mouth
3..2..1, damn where you're brains now, puff puff pow your body is roasted, fire from this bud, toke just ghosted,
let me end this rap with something special, i am a weary soul, extraterrestrial, i have your mind feeling sorta mental, maybe now you whiteness my potential, i'm a resident of the residential, say something to my face, im some what revengeful Ill Play It Back 7 Fold