Smoke Out

Infuriated by dumbfucks
Continually say they fuck sluts, carry guns that “sing like Carey” and they’ve shot opps
Gettin’ brain and sucked off?
But stuck only talkin’ ‘bout those stuff?
You’re braindead, I must bust your bubble
Now, stop frontin’ being insanely tough, crazy or fearsome
And that ladies lust after you or wanna jack you off
You’re off your nut
At this point, you’re callin’ for a doctor
It’s delusion you dwell on; you truly are a nutjob
You don’t want the smoke, homie
You’re only a one trick pony
You know flow, speed but your stories are low on motives
Me? metaphor and schemes
Go for broke
Be the goat like Cole meanwhile you’re with those coals; pit ponies
You rap utter gibberish shit
Though, on the other hand
I spit at a stroke
And I recite awfully clear
But you’re smokin’ those cigarettes on your other hand, expect like a stroke and as well as an eyesight awful and ain’t clear, yuh