here comes that kid moist, that without GPS can pin point
you to the boards with my voodoo doll im holding onto
your life with my flow n vocals, known to mould you
melted down like a mint stack, get eaten up like mince that
was raw when i put it in my mouth but got cooked, so listen,
comic cats know im mint condition, with the spray can i'll tint ya vision
i'll give ya cow a pat on the head, just know im not bull shittin,
i ran out of lines already, period, you know my flows heavy,
sick in the head i stick it at that time of the month n get messy