I'm here to drop some top shit like I crapped on Everest
This is my element, staying relevant is effortless
Time is limited but I'm having a hell of it
Feeling like I'm heaven sent and I know that I'll never rest
I know that when I get going I can be a bit of a show off
That's 'cause I know I can beat all of my foes in a flow-off
I ain't loaded, any moment I can go off
You all suck dick anyways I'd lose a blow-off
I've been working on my rhymes but none have seen the light of day
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't crying so I'd like to say
That I'd like to thank all you who decided to stay
And now I'm going back to how I truly like to play
Or maybe not, I haven't added to this for a week now
Time to put my fucking feet down and speak out
For the Croc, things are starting to look kinda bleak now
And I've been trying my fucking hardest not to freak out
*K-Santana hook*
Now what am I to put in the next verse?
I already put in the best first, try to make this mess work
I think the problem is everything inside my head's cursed
I can't run with an idea, I don't think my legs work
It isn't even writer's block, my head is going off
But whenever I try to fucking spit the goddamn flow is off
The worst thing is I know myself, I know I'm off
I hate my lazy dome, sometimes I want to blow it off
But fuck it I'm here to write some shit, I'll use my turd as a pen
Go psycho on you chickens like I murdered a hen
The next time I write I'll just go further again
If I put my mind to it, you won't be heard from again
Fuck it, that's it, it's time to wrap this shit up
If I don't finish it now, I know I'll slip up
And it'll never be released and I won't have that relief
That I so desperately need, yet I just cannot receive
*K-Santana hook*
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Croc
Member since March 26 2015