yonkers

agggh im raw im nota tyga bitch ima bengal, walk with me through the jungle-bet you get choked up you get tangled. now ima titian drac is bitin get up off my back satin im fighting, i strike like im lightnin-stevie wonders why im not writing. neva a hata but i aint got no no jb feva, you claim you fly-kill ya with my flow leave you dead like aleah. thats fucked up im fucked so bitch quit whining get over it, i got add depression an ptsd- im scary like im octoberin. i got scriptures that'll rip ya you'd think i got folders, its hard being me when the angels right but the devil whispering on my left shoulder. dracula coffin classics im bouncing back like elastic, go hard as the thing on fantastic-you soft as a fabric an fake as plastic. im country with fishing poles no shirt rappin no cmt, more like mtv i run this no dmc. bitch its going down like when im repelling from a black hawk, chanook listen look middle name attitude first an last back talk. i told her she can do whatever idc if she watch me, no homo im the best in 10 minutes no competition she call me Kobayashi ;P