Inhale. Exhale.
Inhale. Exhale.
Sorry I’m tryna keep control of how mad I get,
But I ain’t done with killing the last guy met.
You know the show Love is Blind? shit’ll match my threat,
How now I got a Marion I ain’t clapped Eyes yet.
Damn I should’ve battled Marion instead, they’d all love to watch it,
And nobody wants to see this other motherfucker with his utter dogshit,
I snuck in a mention that the public perception is I must’ve botched it?
Nah, don’t reply, I’mma go for Eyes... fuck the optics.
He told you you gon get redacted. fam, stop.
I’mma put this bitch in a black box, or you gonna get dropped off the damn docks.
You told him he’s grounded, you downright twat,
Shoulda known bro ain’t going out like that.
You write like ChatGPT it’s a bit wordy, since your script’s nerdy, shit I sure hope your whip’s sturdy coz it’s gonna get shot up while you’re half way home at, like, six thirty, and...
You get the picture ay, Eye? I’ll be loading Midjourney.
Kill yourself, bitch, I’m tryna spare you a worse shock,
This material going over Eyes like it’s Bird Box.
He’ll need a closed casket funeral if his rhymes are rowdy, they gonna have to shut the lid on Eye, more than slightly drowsy.
Ay I’m a monster with the ink, what you gonna write about me? I’mma aim a massive cannon straight at this guy if he tries to doubt me, gonna see through his torso like he’s Mike Wazowski.
Yo, bro, I’m just establishing the vision,
I’mma take out Eye, like The Bride from Kill Bill in her battle with a villain,
Ay wait, that ain’t an adequate decision,
You’re more like The Bride, thought you’d get to Marion ...you didn’t.