Religiously a fucking musician

Music filled with smoke that's a Toke in the jukebox

Two blondes with coupons

Cheap whores but price to high to persue, I'm

Due time to do time

The way I'm filling the yard, with my killing of bars ironically explains why I ain't in shackled boots, blind

Are still leading the site.

Metaphorically boxing them in, putting them in cubicles with no oxygen, what you take off is cotton white.

They work to Hold their breath hopin' the lost don't find

The lost and found, it's awkward now, that the cross is Christ.

Sacrificed, for the sacrilegious, for the secular crimes

If you think I'm talking in riddles riddle me this.

How can I be a mysterious myth if they riddled me kids?

The scariest stories of monsters are often true

But are consumed to make them feel safer then whats true.

They danced with the devil and called him the boogyman.

Then played dumb with proposing a treaty and shook his hand.

Feel like coins my brother, still couldn't sell out family if one go we all go together, we a band.

Fucked the game up and the water break , release the flood gates,and I was like, damn!

No wonder anyone that reigned couldnt get over the wall the I plant.

Even after releasing my seed, I stay bricked up and ready for her pants.

She wet as fuck but as long as I got her, their sheets remain dry and that's been the plan.

Schemes to make by with the end of man.

A divid between the divine and mortal are clear.

Right now there's only five who's up on my rear.

Everyone else ain't even close, they even know that they bearly near.

Doing this till you can bearly hear.

But I ain't gonna ask you to fear me dear.

You should know by now who's really....

 

Who's really real?

Cast in a line and reel in a reel

Most just fishing for clout, but out the water comes the spill.

That's why you can see who's fake when they ridin' waves pretending to be authincally, authorized, to be an author of the fill.

Stealin off plates, dealing of snakes, venom in their steals.

Might hit them in their grills.

It's the Barbie's que, bitches open they mouths I fill their gills.

Smell that... something fishy ew, I'm the oxygen in their lungs making them flop in skill.

Weigh the scales you can see it's weighs on their skin.

Biblical accurate to say out of one a god can make many wins.

Turnin flour into bread ,got a miraculous batch.

High in my bed guess I slept with my money, that's accurate math.

Texting a broad but she entertaining a yes, good girl but bad with the ass.

She says her cervix is hurtin' but she feels blessed, when I'm smashin' bitch fast.

Screamin loud, that was me, her pussy the best, the sack hits clit and she match.

Add a couple more and now it's surround sound.

Surrounded by sisters feel like Lincoln in a loud house.

Make her world wide while my Brains blown, they on each globe, as ass a nation.

This is act one, act two Is waitin'

The climaxe is close to come, but I'm patient.

She said she's gonna doctor me up, she put a stitch in my dang dick.

But to keep the story short the story ain't short it's more like six stories pointin north, I compass the complex sayin's.

I make her g tar , think of me a liar i pull a cord just to stay tuned and I'll keep on banging!

Wanna fight it's double homicide so be careful with who you hang with.