Every thought occurs, words are slurred
I can clearly see home, as I pass by third
A fugitive on the lose, goin door to door
Now I lay my head where they keep the poor
Who could've predicted, such a sadistic
Eyes glow off the light, just like riddick
A lonely bastard, his own kills captured
Arrow through the heart, skulls fractured
Demon through the night, schemin' to fight
Hungry to eat, just like Barry White
So giggle at that, try n' mock me
You can go for 2nd, like Ryan Lochte
Rhythm and flow, that's what's got me
I'm off the top, your rhymes so sloppy
Either way you put it, I'm going for gold
Judo style, in a stranglehold
Conquer adversity through my courage
Your back of line, asking for more porridge


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