Pack Mule

[Verse]
I'm only fronting, just stunting
No knowing me or how to stump me
I'm stamped with sparks already
False flagging and my engine barking
I sewed my fucking nails shut
Half a gallon of lighter fluid pouring in my crippled guts
Swishing around, I'm combustible
And still ritual
Bow before your Tha-Tha, mortal
I'm getting bored of shooting storm-holes
With no snow to melt my issues
Your message reads "I miss you"
I'm sorry but you're screwed
Where's the taxi on track, B?
I'm hitching your bitch and
No scripture just a sculpture with vultures
Pecking out my culture
Immortal turtles
I'm still curbed, though
Yuh
Post my ribs neat
By ribs beat
No rib meat
Just rib sweet
So sinfully
Phoning and boning any bitch that tries to cross with me
Cross bleeding
Cross needing
A new cross stitching
Try me, I'm needing a new buddy
In the mud be a stumbling little crumbling building
Sipping your defeat by default, I'm stuck on victory
No call, just bittersweet
Snipping crawl
Can and fan me
At the hall
Bury polo
Stealing photos
Creaking window
Cherry blow blow
Share the coco
Casket cake, no?
Just a clear woe, yuh