Case number 11
Documented on the 28th of September 2018
Patient diagnosed with a chronic case of Brain Freeze
I′m a wolf separated from the pack, I'm different
I′m a woof till you get that I'm anomalistic
Understood but somehow you critics still missed things
Who is good? Well I got the thinnest slick list it's
Pac, Em, Big and don′t forget Eazy
I′m locked with my skill and only rap needs me
A Glock and some kills to make me feel sleazy
I got some cheap thrills so baby come hear me
If you wanna be the prey
Wanna see me shape
Shift into the rake and break his
Eight limbs
I say eight limbs cuz you ain't thin
Got the strength of eight men
Only thing to do is say Amen
And pray to God that I don′t make it
Too hard, you'll fake a
Cardiac arrest and blame it
My pen has collided
With the sins of Bin Laden
Creatin′ things I'm a laugh at
Cuz I′m a strike down
With terror
Right now
I let 'em
Fight now
And get 'em
To write now
I grab a set of plyers
Take a fed up child
To the ghetto wild
Then I set up fires
′Till he start screaming
And Barely breathing
Like he was meetin′ with a freaking
Skin eatin', creepin′ pedophile
I try to spit my flow flast
Lightning flow like Flash, Crash and Cole Mcgrath
I'm so intact that I can grow and laugh without movin′ my nose or mouth
I'm someone no-one knows about
Until my flows get out from the underground
I try to keep it goin′ but I know I won't get out
I'm chokin′ now
Time′s up, so my open mouth
Drops to floor and
El Chapo style
I'll chop your spine
Into bits, served with wine
And syrup on top with herbs and thyme
My words will grind
Like Ryan Sheckler
Like your teeth when you find out that I am better
Like your girl when she cheats on you with me and I let her
Like the words I spit at you ain′t fire no they venom
Like the first ever track I did was the best ever
I spit it, so riddance
To your lyrics
Wear mittens
When dealing
With mine
I get 'em
And spit ′em
With venom
Down your spine
And now I'm spying
On the rap game
To see if it′s fine
But it's a wack shame
It's a lie
Hope my career becomes as big as Rick Ross
It′s my time now, now gimmie your wrist watch
Thoughts in my head mixed like a Jigsaw
My style is like wrestling, it′s Raw
Get shot
You wouldn't be a man if you had six balls
Try to understand that I′m Big Smalls
And you're Chris Wallace
I ran outta words so I binge watched
All of the shows, now I′m brainwashed
I stay off, all of the drugs but still I lean in the game with my sick thoughts
You heard me be wordy now hear me be dirty and
Fear me cuz 30 lil years from now
I'll be workin′ as the biggest rap star since
Biggie and Pa-ahh to early to start comparing
So girly what are ya wearing
Ayo MCM
You comin' in
Nah, gimmie a minute or two
Alright, ayo we gone get it like this
Feeling like a brain freeze mixed with the rabies
And like eight bees
Stingin' like they maybe
Play the
Guitar and the stadiums
Are filled till far
And I′m a filter bars for you babies
Ain′t shady but I'm Mar-argh
You look like
The white
Suge Knight
While I′m stood right
You should write
A hood rhyme
Instead of acting shook
Like woah
Oh my God, look guys
I got a hunnid views and I pull likes
From everyone of you who looks right
In the comments
I'm honest
Fishin′ as artist cuz I'm so awesome
Listen to my songs so I can make the profit
Women in thongs and money in my pocket
Who woulda thought that Yuri would′ve rocketed
Why's cancer cancerous
I don't know, couldn′t really get the hang of this
Why′s cancer cancerous
I don't know, couldn′t really get the hang of this
Why's cancer cancerous
I don′t know, couldn't really get the hang of this
Lies, answers and some things
I don′t know, couldn't really get the madness in
Knives, cancer and the sins
I don't know, couldn′t really get the blackness bent
In stabbin′ friends
I'm glad that it′s
Just fathomed in
My rappin' skills
I′m sad that we'll
Never-oh
Wait
W-we′re done
Aight then
