With that, chip on your shoulder, it's hard to mold you, I see you soldier, we're deranged, engaged pain, the strain scolds you, blood is colder when we look over the boulder we strapped, so when we clap our own caps, we get trapped, was every act its own rap or gaps that happened either by mapping or slacking the use of facts, I'm slapped and almost snapped, harassed but always laughed, my path may stash the cash but blood baths makes that ash, whoop my ***, you last only to get slashed, passed every task, but add math of GOD'S wrath, you grew like grass, I'm clapping cause I'm your only witness, really I'm an actor, my tractor assassinates your business!, within this, it's hard to finish the fitness of a pro that wishes this, replenishing of his innocence, who knows of PHOTOSYNTHESIS??!!!