Foolish Mastermind - Hands on the Wheel Freestyle lyrics

(Foolish Mastermind) What is love but a feeling? Feeling good till it turns around, turn the fan on the ceiling Yeah Does that sound funny to you? Talking lit sh** like Holden cuz talking to you Billy Shaking haters up with the iambic pentameter Running marathons jogging impeccable stamina, so I'm on a level that I'm tearing apart more than my own self All for my own self interest Rapping like I got more than one mistress Clear to me that life's horrors captured my interest Breathe pal, please, You don't know your needs At the same time you're special dog, I'm bowing to your knees wait (God) Thou art never satisfied why? Greed in in thine heart is consuming your whole mind Tuck away your sins in the trash bin, you know that I'm right because I'm spitting in Old English, f**ing b**h (Foolish Mastermind) I got an old b**h from England and she loves to f** So shut your mouth, God this is some f**ing luck That you gave me If you hate me, why'd you make me? I'm talking bout the fact that you constantly try to play me I wanna trash you so bad But at the same time that wouldn't get past the Christians Without thinking I'm some vicious, malicious, pretentious sack of sh** that's flipping back and forth like the lights in the kitchen (Fin)