I did it i admit it I'm a sick kid Blood runs deep no use for styptics I'm twisted as I kick it As the bud burns I defy physics This is a nasty beat, definitely fap worthy I rap dirty, k**in off the pack in ma** numbers Blast bunkers, y'all can pucker and kiss my a** under I don't give a f**, I'ma live it up I don't go to any colleges, i got a job at olive garden i don't follow tradition, don't got a religion, but if i did, it wouldn't be catholicism i feel small in this prison, i try to talk loud but only the wall's'll listen i just found out that my wallets missing my imaginary girlfriends calling me b**hin, i hope she fall's in the kitchen i'm at the mall with some real women and i rhyme fantastically with tenacity i'm actually the last emcee to spit pa**ionately with split personalities I'm a rapper, this game is my b**h, I slap her, Im the pimp, and Im sick of the typical laughter, On a track from these actor slash rappers, These tryhards.. I could rip up a track backwards, Words rap could motherf**ers you then faster, See, I just did it, took a sentence and flipped it, And its doper than most the quotes your ghost has scripted, b**h its the vicious rapper, the most gifted, On the battle scene my oppenents a ghost livin, They rap it up to me but know that theres no winnin