This is a song about "The 27 amendments"

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

From the jects, where peepa don't call cops/

Shorty feelin noxious from the canibus smoke/

They'd probably find me in the woods hanging from a rope

Her one hi suffices as everlasting peace making me feel as high as ice on the everest's summit/

Pushin permanent twistin i'm on a mission got me on the mashtried to dig, you was screamin when i did

I said rap about illuminati - not talk shit with the lyricism of a kid and act cocky

Commin' equipped with some shit that niggas just can't believei pull a trick from my sleeve now kamikaze

Erode the sands of time, off this sho', you cannot rhyme, with/

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

That was the sonic art form of rhyming and poetry, and it is abbreviated in three letters r-a-p

Whoever is about to responde to my battle just know that im and incredible rap bat,

Never seen a creator consulting his users all the others are faggots, all the others are losers

Your mother was a baby boomer i fucked her on a table at hooters and passed her to my shooters

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

My magazines got subscriptions to the afterlife/