coffin classics intro

the wind blows im so cold defiantly no fool not fake shining hard walkin gold. the illest mc to grab the mic without an iv, don't try me walk by me for your safety bitch swallow my kids said it was tastey. im freak out my mind chris angel said he's fucked up, my dicks two inches soft might look like its tucked up. not a pussy my tails never between my legs, fucked ya bitch sunny side up pussy smelled like rotten eggs. ha good mourning i haven't slept ima living zombie, spit rabies at you babies nasty got skavyes. illest mc to do it even jesus could cure it, no disrespect but my emotions feels like he sits an stirs it. hip hops my therapist sorry dr walker, i walked out of your office still the same not a shocker. a hospital visit few days turned into a week, lied to get out plotting o g no different listen look at me. its like i pray everyday but id rather be evil, idk why its jus inside catch shake it off jeezil. coffin classic bitch im not the undertaker, but ill roll her eyes back slap mother natures ass like im the thunder maker. i got no emotion now i cant find it, didn't sell my soul to the satin he's waiting with the paper but i wont sign it. my rooms empty its small too feels like im rappin in the kitchen, i could get shot or blown up next year whats your issue stop bitchin