Need

I like the idea of ending the world

Push on a button, sip a dumpy, watch it burn

I fucking kill it, tired of waiting my turn

How many beats do I have to slice to get heard?

How many tracks released? Still working, no more verses

My stomach hurts, spitting poison rap curses

I feel a fever coming on with the way that I spit

I feel an anger that I haven't felt in a bit

I feel a fire that will take it all with me

I am possibly, not okay

Vomit these bars, the flow's so sick

Pound for pound, my fists swing bricks