This is a song about "Tooth paste"

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

My rhymes will cut you up and leave you on the floor like omkars tooth

Now concentrate until you get the juice

Im obtuse when i see you i grit my tooth

Zero options to choose

Take out their wisdom tooth

Fates keep interlocking if i lost my talking tooth

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

Its cold as shit in this booth

You dont wanna lose a tooth,

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

You beat me that shits unimaginable, fake shit, you copy paste shit

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Tried to yank my chain now your missing a tooth

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth