Angels crying while hells doing backflips Global warming's happening, Obama starts rapping And China's broke, and gay men get accepted Cudi stops d** and the governments questions Answered, that's when I'll be the worse Or maybe when king tut decides he needs to drops a verse Scribble curses in my mind, snort lines, plenty time Opium through my veins, switch lanes, cop syrens They tryna stop the epic, Floss, hear me speaking Breaking necks of white women I'm the grim reaper streaking Proceed to bleeping, the real rappers with a pa**ion Building up a foundation, bank teller, check the cash in Jesus said throw the first stone well I'm onyx Sitting ontop of clifford the red dog, writing phonix Demolition derby's how you gotta treat the game Cuz slipping on a verse makes your whole world change Its insane, I wouldn't know cuz I deliver Tryna find the crevice and disect it, jack the ripper Make sure they hear us, and if not tune louder My bars stink heavy, a sweaty bum smoking sour I'm on it I'm the key, kite plus the long string Electrify your world, ear drums, what you think Light bulb in my mouth, my adams don't have a family Fathom thee, uncle fester flow, what's normality Sad to see rappers following formalities I'll k** you in a second that's the opposite of casualty Mixtape can be downloaded at iFloss.bandcamp.com