Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes
Raps from my golden dome, hear it in vocal tones,
I'll smoke the herb first, then make your motherfuckin' vocals cords burst.
I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst
Toak so hard, that the cough might hurt
Red bottoms with the spike work
And the headrest had to have about eight thorns
Stress is building up, anxiety's in my vocal chords,
We come through throbbing like thunder storms
And rip out your vocal cords,
Dont want ya to get hurt
Gotta work - slight work
You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image
Why i am so angry when i express vocal knowledge?
One day i'll earn my recognition, spit till my vocal cords are missing
And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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