This is a song about "Nerssery rhythm"

Blessed spittinn /expressed rhythm

Oh, you look like my next victim

Wished for rhythm never written before

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

The mind on me just shine on them, you shadow women

Hit them when i get gems with the venom in my rhythm

Yo now watch me kill 'em with the funky rhythm

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from

Once removed you can join into a solar rhythm

Alternative to, we love the rhythm and blues

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Cause of your inability, to keep rhythm and stability

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.