Jim - Mr 16 bars lyrics

You are nothing in the game but a flat tire/ Another episode of a harsh liar/ You make me laugh like Richard Pryor/ A cla** clown act about to be strangled on top of barbed wire/ Sipping on that cut tree that carved cider/ Senses in the game like food in a web call me Spider/ World Domination promising no segregation of our species that's complicated/ Cross-examination my sinister situation cause its amalgamation of events to be equipped with full force elevation/ No time for mere detracts, digression, or deviation/ The equation hotter than Cajun never amazing' mid-air drift-n-rotation/ Its nevertheless not so worthless/ When i smoke my lines and verses with glaze under the furnace/ It's such a mystery/ The love we shared had so much chemistry/ We we were a perfect match like symmetry/ Now all i do is have fond memories/ Just another case to crack simply/