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.
Categories:
cleeks, death, life, song-
Form: Lyric