Don't ever try and tell me what I can't be
You don't see me
The same way I see me
Ripping up time there's a fine line
Between love and lust
But what's the difference when we all turn To dust
My bones start to rust
And my eyes turn crusty
Not to mention my lungs all dusty
Backwoods tar is kinda unlucky
Can't you tell with the rhymes
Im kinda rusty
Still getting in my bag baby trust me
You'll be lucky if you ever get to f*ck me
One shot don't blow it
Try and sush me
Head shot dead meat
Can't touch me
Not even three dudes can rush me
Side step
Left right
Then I duck his jab
He swings back two more times
Then I combo that
Left right left
Now he's laying on the Matt
I been slick with the words cause my hands hurt
I been slick with the words cause my hands hurt
I been slick with the words cause my hands hurt