Tuyo3 - Funk Volume IV: Don't Fuk Up Our Beats Entry lyrics

[Tuyo3] I'm out the mental asylum cuz with the pencil I'm violent Make instrumentals go silent because I k** them with rhyming Smoke and mirrors, open beers Broken spirits wrote the lyrics Is a ghost in here it's colder than October digits But I over did it in a minute and Ripped the spinach tin, get wings like I'm scrimmaging in Michigan Rolling Michelins, ritalin initial it Reel it in I'm fishing b**h Is this what my message is? What a mess it is my method as a masochist Meant it as an SMS your guess is just an estimate People say please enlighten me so I just light the weed Grab the mic and speak my lines are tight like Nike feet I don't play basketball because I have a hacking cough Plus I'm not that tall and I'm hooked on that tylenol For the aches and pain that rake my brain I take in vain I made my name in saying things And in battles I'd probably eat ya like cannibals from Polynesia I would rather stay insane [Nothing] you can say to me..