Back When

Channel the spirit you watch it like truman I landed ain't human admist the confusion

The passion is lucid expand wit improvement an animal cannibal savage assume it

These ladle boy saints out-landing this music their manners conducive I plan then pursue it

I jab and I break and I shatter illusions I damn near abuse them yo that's the conclusion

I'm loyal you won't do nothin you pollo

I boil shit up spit oil how come you got cut in the throat tho?

On the low low her holes doe

Pick'n and poke wit da horn yo I wonder what's inside her more tho

I have a good clutch on her soul tho a good throat choke

Back wit a mask an a axe I'm slash'n all your attractions

I remember that back when rap was just savage it's backwards