[Tuyo3]
I'm out the mental asylum cuz with the pencil I'm violent
Make instrumentals go silent because I k** them with rhyming
Smoke and mirrors, open beers
Broken spirits wrote the lyrics
Is a ghost in here it's colder than October digits
But I over did it in a minute and
Ripped the spinach tin, get wings like I'm scrimmaging in Michigan
Rolling Michelins, ritalin initial it
Reel it in I'm fishing b**h
Is this what my message is?
What a mess it is my method as a masochist
Meant it as an SMS your guess is just an estimate
People say please enlighten me so I just light the weed
Grab the mic and speak my lines are tight like Nike feet
I don't play basketball because I have a hacking cough
Plus I'm not that tall and I'm hooked on that tylenol
For the aches and pain that rake my brain I take in vain I made my name in saying things
And in battles I'd probably eat ya like cannibals from Polynesia
I would rather stay insane
[Nothing] you can say to me..