some lines because I haven't posted in so long

I guess it’s time for me to mix up the pace

I’m rocking this shit from outer space

You can’t recognize the sick shit when it’s spit

I’ve had it up to here with fake people rocking corny flows and getting bitches

Shit You’re gonna end up with stiches

After I have an afternoon brainstorming lines

It’s like typhoon ready to go boom from inside a balloon

Overdosing on cocaine after it burst, oh too soon

I’m sleighing bad rappers for good reasons call me Dexter

If you doubt me you’re next for sure

I’m coming door to door just to sell you my flow

I’ll be a one man show doing it one on one

Playing for tips, the music game’s ships are sinking and it’s time to panic

Shit there’s the iceburg and we’re on the titanic

We need a maniac to bring us back to safety

oh please god save me