empty AKs out each arm, 2 at a time like Noah’s Ark, I’m vicious, even tha victim’s soul’ll get charred/ I’m microphone fiendish just like the R, tha pen’s tha hypodermic needle in my arm/ Milo’s wordage is seen above his right ear on tha scar, spar bars in scrimmage skirmishes, Twisted never even heard of tha kid/ he tried his earnest yet still required a verbal tourniquet, imagine, his clique thought tha world of him/ pearls before pigs, I like my girl to act whorish to ease my torment, next dude also probably use the orifice/ fuck awards yo, I already know I’m narcotic, check my nostrils, it’s mostly coke, there’s hardly snot in it/ sharpest sword, my writing hand fingers stay sore as my brainwaves soar, throughout tha mental plane yo’s where I remain/ bindles of flakey lyrics, you should be 18 or over to learn ‘n’ experience this, aww what tha fuck/ blunted, split a Dutch, narcotic rough drafts crush crabs, fuck you, 1 if by land, 2 if by collabs/ more for tha killin’ spree, kidnap you, duct tape your mouth closed, cut off your head ‘n’ call you George yo…