I say we're the modicum,
with a lot of guns and we don't know how to run.
Prodigal
raising the bar on these obstacles
leaving the opposition left inoperable on the floor.
I'm twisting up Duodenum's with homonyms on conglomerates porches.
More culture than the last time Obama was important.
Since orange skin came kicking in his door hinge.
Before media was force-fed, more chopped and ******* than four skin.
I'm cracked like porcelain to poor kids but still more sick than morgues get.
I'm more him then war hymns, I scorch wind from the speed of every short script.
The Lord Kin sporting the swords glint width more lightening at the swords tip.