I just can't comprehend what you saying/
but I guess your brain is decaying/or your pen was probably fuched up playing/
you talk about high rise/ you are up there thinking am high/if my venom hits you, it got no cure/so better go back to your momas womb, while your dad get his testes diagnosed for furk/
hey son. go back to the lab.
Here is mine
Try to tell u many times
u dont listin to me
many times i try to find
we be trying to meet
now i kinda know
we aint going to be lovers so live with it
joke with it
deal with it
go with it
run with it
joke with it
i dont care no prob
u aint going with me