[Tuyo3]

I’m out the mental asylum cuz with the pencil I’m violent
Make instrumentals go silent because I kill 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 bitch
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..