This is a song about "Ed edd n eddy"

Tried perfecting my letters n

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Flyer then the rest of them

Tried perfecting my letters n

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Crossover give ed to d, so that i'll leave ill sucker limping

Sicker than a motherfuckin' schizo up in special ed,

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

Being puppeteer-ed putting aside my common sense

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

We're sicker than a student who's piling in special ed,

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

You mental state deteriorates n,

Expert with lines, the pen has tension-ed me , best with the rhymes,

Just remember us from time to time when you drop them lines