This is a song about "Result"

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

My rhymes result in friction,sure you need lube,

I am the result of years spent revising,

And my only fear's a wedding ring

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

I took a look at the problem and result, my life is the aftermath.

Cause you are the result of being inbred, its called incest,

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Chunky bits were the result of those puffy chips

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

Check the thesis, reese's pieces result

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

The real result will end with your #funeral, a #skewed #sickle till your #pupils #grow