Tewsly reportin’ live
And I report tins to dine in, I dive in
Divin’ inside my lines lenses tenses
Change the prescript lenses
Scripts hang upside down I don’t have any senses
I miss my old days, I don’t have an upside, howlin’
On the foul mouth, months go by, they fold like moths
Toss me the feature, I don’t have enough feet to sell
Meanin’ I don’t have enough features to sell, for sale
I go, mean in the game, I fear immaturity, you wanna feat me
But im lighter than a feather, whether you bump me or not,
I thump clump and bump beats, few there, weather gettin’ wetter
And you sit there, dump lumps over there, Overnight I overhear
Everything, more shit is talk about me, cut it off cunt, hear me out
Hear me out, you can’t lend me an ear, meanwhile you hit back
With a bad back, backgrounds fucked up, mean dude, oh I’m
Talkin’ like a teen, ten years been by, ear this way, ear that way
I’m just a human bein’ just tryin’ to be me, you see you imagine
That I spit like I have ten mags, but these magazines, aren’t journalized
For anyone unless your name is on it, don’t be useless I just rap like
This is Ramen and OJ, with The story of OJ, OK, orange juice
Ranged with ninety porches, pour ages down, poor age
Porridge bridge is up, I’m right about bein’ rigged
Portage, portable charger I charge up with a battery pack
I bat every attack, home run on the map, don’t fap or rap on this
I don’t tap without intact, no matter what I map out this song
Like a whistle so thistle, the time tells now whatever you say I smack back anyways
This is tewsly reportin’ live prop this and I write some more lines with a feature called
“Cock Sucker Loser”
