Originally Posted by
O3EY
Come creep wit me as I crawl through the pages of wack ass freestylers rhymes earnin' rep like minimum wages statin' facts like its the dark ages, feel the stages of catastrophe smelling like corp SHIT if you asking me but stop the MP3 cause I gotta keep it free styling worth while'n out like a guitar solo chill'n in my personal Como' cause I'm noddin out with my zepplin pages. Led zapped out causing a freak out with them hot rat's muffin man stats zappa hats is all that I've been rockin, orange time watch the clock work 'tick tock' dick docking ya while your rhymes keep stopping while my lyrical work keeps them rhymes interlocking stupidity mentally fire walkin'. Japanese stalking while you walk around outside inside the mind of your phone, can't catch me cause my style remains unknown. Hot outside while you hide inside again writing rhymes dropping nickels on them nikkas' ain't making cents dropping sense while I reek of incense, my $IX$ENSE stinks of $UICIDEBOY$ lynx webpages wet like seaworld cages deathgrip ya back to the minimum wages STILL statin' facts about innocent blacks blasted by white cops while these terrible pages of time rewind us again back to the dark ages.