My Demise

My lifestyle's rediculous, I prowl when day light's down been frowning sense a kid but many men sensed it. My pen-man-ship's painted perfectly wordsworth the Burg's first nerd thirsting for words cursed with a thirst for the beat. Birthed in the Pete, the first in the street to merge on a beat perfect, regurgitating in reverse splurging the heat. The first to leave your nerves in your cheek worked to be free certain get a surgen jerking words is worthless to me. It hurts to be me, cursed with the speech burping a degrees burning the first person to journey a verse worded at me. My background is dirty as cleeks, backdown your act now I smack around wack clowns acts packing a mac out. Black out your wack route class acts get Shanghaied brain tied to a high place the Earth's race straining they eye. Ain't no way I'm a die, no way if I try, write daily and I know they waiting for my demise.