20 Bars

Inside the belly of the beast,it's deceased

Let the blood be released, let it seep fucking deep

Inside a dominant state of mind, my thoughts internalized

Into rhymes, I be ripping these writ-tings out of the pages that they sit in

People say I'm the villain, but bitch i sit on top of the rhythm

Telling violent stories through rhyme, like the modern-day Poe

Making rap for rep, not making lines for the dough

In tough times, and rap pulls me through hell, to escape my demons

Squirting my babies, on your girl and now she enveloped in semen

Gaining popularity in a legion, it's without rhyme or reason

People hearing 'bout my name all through the regions

My lyrics are slippery like seminal fluid, I taught myself rap

I never got tutored it, I stayed underground like a rat

Brain had demons wide shut, so I just opened the hatch

I just popped up the latch, I just pull out the strap

When I pull out the strap, them niggas run and scat

Now I wouldn't say I'm proud of that, but rather have em scared

Then to have them 'round to attack, people say I'm not black

Cause bitch I'm milano like cookies, and I fuck with bad chicks

And I ain't talking bout Snooki....