It's pig pen with a hell of a hit
This shit'l drop the panties of a celobate bitch
It's jist like cotton candy that you sell to the kids
It'll rot your brain but I aint tellin em this
Oh wait I just did
It's basic and plain
Give my album to your children it's great for there brain
Wait maybe I should make a disclaim
There's a small chance this disc will make em insane
My musics been known to cause a few small side affects
Dizziness,headaches and bleeding from inside the head
My music hits hard in the brain
Leave you comatosed, deaf, retarded and lame
You can't quit listening you start to complain
That you just can't stop LIke sparking the cane
Partially sane rhymes like hitting a cement truck
A sniff of the best cain a hit of the best nugs
Pig is the dealer I deliver the best drugs
Time to hit em with a different kinda style flow
The addreneline kicks in the rhetoric at the live show
The rhetoric kicks in the adrenneline of my lines though
So wether it's live or not it's hitting you with a right blow
A right cross,
Right across your mind oh
A tight walk,
When I stride across the tight rope
I might talk
But it's only cause my line broke
My minds lost
Well I really oughta find hope
Naw, fuck it hope is just a joke
it's why broke hoes will open up there throat
it's why crackheads are smokin up the dope
it's why hopeless folks are holdin up the rope
The world is out of hope and I'm old enough to know
Ima grab life and hold it by the throat
Not tryna act like, the only guy who knows
Just trying to grasp life and show it with the flows
There's the smell of sulfur in the city of salt
There's a hella vultures finna rip me apart
Energy haults quickly as I enter the dark
But there's a certain beauty hidden in the grittiest parts

I'm living the art
A version of a life blood inside me
Lime light'll blind me like driving into high beams
But right beside me it's s mic and a rhyme scheme
The lakes just a temporary place where you find me
Now more than likely
I'll keep it live till I'm dying
Rockin shows at retirement homes till I'm ninety
With an old as dj rollin right behind me
Give a new meaning to how we keep it grimey
Blimey
This kid has got the hot shit
Drop kick tracks,
When I'm rappin off the topic
Off the top quick
Spits are hotter than the tropics
Don't pop shit
You might get socked in the top lip
See me in an alley
Your properties lost quick
Snatch your chain purse wallet and watch kid
Watch this
I'll leave you dead on the street
Plus I'm only having sex with incredible freaks