I′m striving for madness,
They don't know what′s happening,
Got em shoved in my cabinet, Madness, With this pen I practice,
With the pen I write it get very bright as I kill the mic,
It happens on sight, I expedite my lyric snorting lines at night,
Isn't murder a delight that I teach you lesson a out of spite you
Little dyke, Kenzie still got 10 abortions child like I can attach
You to my trailer like a hitchhike,
My demons and me are lookalike even though we don't think alike this
Reality is dream like,
Spike the ball and yea I still got my 2023 klondike,
But with my salty substance and your girl I strike,
Like when you t bone a faggot on a turnpike,
Call me Mason I′m calling in a
Airstrike, Napalm dropped much to their dislike,
