This is a song about "Enchanted attic"

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

Been writing raps since the age 3 headphone on in the attic

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Forget the attic, i fuck her in her basement, the hidey hole

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

Forget the attic, i fuck her in her basement, the hidey hole

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Now tricks for decreasing weeping, increasing healing/ leave feelings in the attic/

My past isn't tragic, but i've got a couple of skeletons in my attic

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

How bout we blow this bit

'cause the way my rhymes enchanted,