10 minute drill

My mind represents

Ed-ison

Inside there's a light bulb

in my mind there's a tight vault

what do I hide?

Murder scenes, words and schems.

I purge your sheets and hurt MCs

still no perjury.

What you aint heard of me?

That's about to change

my don't just write it cuts your face

you back and fucking brains.

I ain't a rapper working in the grocery section but I'm baggin' your shit

give that casket a friend.

Im-poss-ibly

Impossible to say I'm top able, and not top MC

lost in the

lockness sea

slap box-ing

monsters like it's Halloween

this ain't a trick or treat

it's a pick a beat

then give this bitch my seed.

because every rhyme I create is an off spring.

I'm y'all king

I'm not an automobile

but there isn't a hotter will

to slaughter and kill

your faders and still

no father

and parentless

but with these pair of pens

I still got a ther-a-pist

and your very pissed

but I don't care you kids

so I'll just keep em-barr-assin'

you.

It's apparent even a parrot can offend

you.

I treat this hit list like a menu

order your head with a side of braggin' rights

I pack em' tight,

Don't let em' slide

I don't like my castles white

and these utensils of abused pencils

to spook your whimps ,fool