INFINITE CHOPPERS 2 REMIX

[Verse]
Brute stamina, food cramps 'cause I'm eating this up
Acute rancid in youth, man's breathin' abrupt
Rebuke fans, I used to improve plans
Two hands
Who's Sam: Froot Loops Tucan
Race at a face of laced infants, aimin' my AK division, a blank face to shiver their fake game
I rape faith, spaced and scraped like facepaint and stay at a cadence like Asa Jake in the midst of it
Bitch, I'm mischievous, I'm stuck in a frigid abyss, I'm keepin' it infinite
I be driven to mist in a snap, I'm markin' it listenin'
Infinitesimal rest of the verse, I'll turn you into a faction of a decimal, lyrical notes are ethical like woah!
How do I macerate all the dryness you be showin'
Ode of a no one owned overgrown and frozen over
Snowglobe of closed hope perilous antipodes chosen posin' threats to cope this, the cries of those are hopeless
The worst cursed blurs the first words to hurt me
I'm talking to a serpent, the verse works to lurk in a blackout
I'm basically dead, I'm encasing these feds with the taste of my fragrance, it race to they head
They would see in a freeze though, creepin' through vertigos
I'm cheaper on the beat, shootin' 3s like it's freethrows
I hit a weed, smoke it, respite to possess the abilities to cheat codes in SPS
I ripped my fist from schizophrenic visions, I'm a simpleton that sins, so listen bitch, I slit my wrists, I glisten, pissed at this point, haven't spit this shit since H46 so suck my rigid dick
Wait when I pray, been around
Everybody said amen
Stay within the race, cave in the brain, within my haven
Bitch'll be savin' my ass from my OG 2019 status, if I was still there, I'd be rappin' and straight gamin'