This is a song about "Harvest"

I harvest like cannibal, i've turned into animal

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

How i think about you every day

Chop down your words,harvest you like reaper

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, dont think

Can't contest so he go leave to harvest

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

Stop tryin to harvest your crop its done, its dead

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

To pay for the food in his garden its almost time for harvest its a combination of toxins

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Preparing for the harvest. your body's carcass,

This shit fresher than the harvest it will crush the world like a comet

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit