This is a song about "Action verbs"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Directing lyrical miracles, action

Sign on the dotted line before i insert all the verbs,

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

A cannibal back on track hungry for some action

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

I'll loot the profit first.. getting props for verbs.

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

But here knb my verse is over its your turn spit your weak ass verbs.

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

Cause i'm a pro with the nouns and givin actions to verbs

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Its either a bless or a curse, i cleanse the weak with a breath of my verbs

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

Words are just words but verbs speak louder

I got something you've been waiting for