Freestyle Spot

Yo mother fucker the demons are creepin, seepin out my lungs is a heavy intoxicant mixed with Ether. You better beliee sir, I got the game rapped, or if I bust a cap in a lad will he say that he got gamed? The fucking fame is not what I'm after, I'm after a capilarry pills and some oxycodone for after. I don't know if this even makes sense, paying rent and working day shifts is how I fucking vent this shit. Don't know me, flow is so slowly that you think I'm stuck in a time warp but really I'm just sitting here with a GF and lonely, I fucking bite break, get on this beat and fight fags. Let em know that I just don't feel em', Hit em with the TradeFortress Em-belem, and these mother fuckers just adore me,they're so corny and bro.

Aha so drunk right

 

Okay.