High notes

Snakes on the grass so I clear it

But I only spit if your interested in hearing

You should get a Ouija board and talk to the spirits

But if you wanna do that might as well listen to my lyrics

Here is a bottle plus a penny for your thoughts

Make a dollar outa nada out of everything I want like

I walk a tight rope between my feelings

And emotions hidden under dead skin that I'm revealing

They say I'm sick ill beg your pardon I'm gross

Eat a wack rapper up and then I gargle their flows

The carnival show, the carnie at the hear of the soul

I spit light onto the mic and make particles glow