"Deep in conspiracy theories, channelin' Prodigy, probably
My mentality: I kill you, then plead insanity
Cozy mo'♥♥♥♥♥♥ like your step pops
Hot boy, knotty boy you seen with dreadlocks
Why murder always flirtin' with a ♥♥♥♥♥ with a purpose?
Once a week, I'm havin' nightmares of me gettin' murdered
Oh my, eyes on the prize, it's gettin' blurry
Karma kickin' my ass, them hits is comin' in flurries, and hurtin'
This ♥♥♥♥ 'bout to get uglier than a prison tat'
This ♥♥♥♥ so fire, put it on vinyl and it gon' drip the wax"