Ayo I said Meechy come with mantled disasters, With the east side hacklers,
Destruction with blood hardened laughter,
Provagative crafters, cackle until the last chapter,
Uncontrollable factors, the speed of light is not faster,
Than this cold slaughtering rapper, These fake mistakable actors,
Will be left clasping the rafters,
Coms through three broadway communications,
I encaged in hells fires, demons have seen no relation,
Shuttle and get to bracing, we the children of the lacing,
Bodies and cold fingers, kings are what your facing,
High ruler of prominence, Exclude your unlawfulness,
Your women shout of my awfulness, as I insert my dominance,
Project fence, I as I hurtle over these project bench,
Warmers and hence, Hells where my murderers went,
And left the curvatures bent, Ill be dining on lint,
Ill leave your crooked legs with shin splints,
If your fresher than a mint, Then I might leave your chin split,
With bone pins