Shit I’m at it again done lost my mind Can’t Contimplate anymore ways to make the world mine I chime in the dine out I sit here on time out Holding down what I shout simple words I write out Mac these hoes like Rodeo 3 shows blow the whole load 1000 ways to find ways to make the world mine can’t quite remember the free style To wild to write down But deep down In the underground buried I find my crown Who’s it is they ask macciveli time to cap I did to mic math after that imma slap box the beat right out of your cheek nosebleeds seats to here Tupac speak but only the creeps can see until a new day begins test me man imma always win Niggas is salty washed up and lost can’t see the light in the dark no more Can’t find the beat in there heart no more Stuck in the street graffiti art is the only score Unless your blessed with my bulletproof vest I guess I’ll let ya live another day ya all niggas is faggots homos and gays that ain’t the right way get aids in ya ass cast spells against me cus I’m wearing a mask can’t kill the dead rip snitch snake as fake as how ass bitch