This is a song about "Greys anatomy"

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

With bombs strapped to me, attached to my anatomy

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

He began to laugh manically, gradually grabbing my anatomy

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Your human anatomy, can't perceive my reality

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I feel the whole thing pulling my soul straight outta my anatomy

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

Intro to anatomy

Came a blitz on my anatomy and conscious

I'mma get on my zombie shit, wait, here's my carcass

Reading books on female anatomy for leisure

And any chick you can screw i can get wetter

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Spit rhymes into your anatomy,