This is a song about "Kunst en cultuur"

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Children en-captured in the fact there's one thing he can't get

I wreck-en that im injected, infected do you feel threatened

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

I'm not really what i #seem in #vision #who's #the #en-ti-ty

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Some day i hope in-flu-en-ces are also fans...

On that water like islands they ain’t swimmin’ you dig

Look at all these in-flu-en-ces like in-flu-en-za i'm sick

Your bitch like to suck a nigga up until she choke

En#forcing #borders #swarming #corners like #engaging in #coke

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

My raps so high the touch en the ceiling