Hi, it's Mr. Talk about his f*cked up mind
With heavy use of metaphors so it's not easy to define
But easy to design like the trigger to this 9
That's pops methamphetamine to crack your spine
So take a quarter of time from white lines and paradise
To toys with all of these immature minds
Look. To be this great, it involves alot of confidence
With the planes I take and able to smash anonymous
And violently rip these amateurs and conquer them
Like faggots who say "YOLO, I wanna be just like them!"
I'm not important but assertive to a certain point of
Being myself, which is unlikely, I mock the Green Hornet
Void in my chest, I'm too humble to flex
But medical chips and sets they make me legit
More pus*y means she gets more di*k
From the Lone Ranger in the mobbed up click
That's triple 6, MPH
b*tch