My mind's an art gallery
Carrots, lettuce, celery
Never in a pickle
Catch me chilling with the cavalry
That mean that I'm god-like
You b**hes need salvaging
And I spit like a paint brush
That is painting out a masterpiece
And I am like a jungle full of motherf**ing mega beasts
When I spit I break the first three letters of your legacy
Yeah, that mean I'm ill, ho
Yeah, that mean I drill so
Deep into these fields, slow
You should run cause I'm on your heels, hoe
You should run cause I'm on that pill flow
That super f**ing real flow
That break a b**h neck then a f**ing jet black??
Stomp her with high heels, flow
k** me when these b**hes fail in speaking that coherent sh**
Did this on my own, b**h, on my single parent sh**
My mind's an art gallery