Human Torch

[Verse 1]
I tried to grow a business sense, because i like expensive shit
My raps are just explicit bitch like, pornagraphic images
And scintilling penmanship, that knock you off your chair a bit
Then force you to get back the fuck up to keep hearing this
Confined to the rhythm, like a jail or a prison
No release for your sentence, get deceased for remembrance
On this beat for minute, imma feast on my dinner
When your heat cease, they gon creep on your winter
No sleep for a nigga, dont u creep on a nigga
Dont speak for a nigga
Hear the tracks and you though pete rose was a hitter
So opposed to a quitter
The rotten apple will rot and show itself as bitter
Leave the seeds for a bookworm
Burn ya dome like a bad perm
Fuck it I like to blast first
With metaphors and adverbs
That keep you locked like a password
I can rap slurred and groovy
And still kick ass like a drunken master in a movie
Existentialism
Results from my deadly venom
Question your whole purpose
I can leave a nigga earthless
While serpents try to attack
And im still battling back
You let all of my tracks
Form into your battle ax
To smoke niggas like crack
I keep it 100, like the emoji
Im bagging snowflakes while its snowing
The one and only shinobi
To fuckin slaughter your whole team
And you thought hakeem shook up your whole dream
I grow cream tremendous size
Like maya angelou still i rise
With deadly verses to memorize
It isn't hype
Its just fatalities ending lives
I use my mic devices
To solve the worlds crisis

[Verse 2]
Wherever you at they gon find ya
Ain't talking about zoos when they chattin bout llamas
You tragedy mask with the drama
Took a nap in the lead in recliners
Look you missed your prime right behind ya
Look your prides right beside ya
Oh shit you can't find it
Im alarming niggas, no reminder
I feel they're music sorta kinda
I still crush their shit anaconda
Youc girl still arouse me no ronda
My music raw, no condom