Case number 11

Documented on the 28th of September 2018

Patient diagnosed with a chronic case of Brain Freeze

I′m a wolf separated from the pack, I'm different

I′m a woof till you get that I'm anomalistic

Understood but somehow you critics still missed things

Who is good? Well I got the thinnest slick list it's

Pac, Em, Big and don′t forget Eazy

I′m locked with my skill and only rap needs me

A Glock and some kills to make me feel sleazy

I got some cheap thrills so baby come hear me

If you wanna be the prey

Wanna see me shape

Shift into the rake and break his

Eight limbs

I say eight limbs cuz you ain't thin

Got the strength of eight men

Only thing to do is say Amen

And pray to God that I don′t make it

Too hard, you'll fake a

Cardiac arrest and blame it

My pen has collided

With the sins of Bin Laden

Creatin′ things I'm a laugh at

Cuz I′m a strike down

With terror

Right now

I let 'em

Fight now

And get 'em

To write now

I grab a set of plyers

Take a fed up child

To the ghetto wild

Then I set up fires

′Till he start screaming

And Barely breathing

Like he was meetin′ with a freaking

Skin eatin', creepin′ pedophile

I try to spit my flow flast

Lightning flow like Flash, Crash and Cole Mcgrath

I'm so intact that I can grow and laugh without movin′ my nose or mouth

I'm someone no-one knows about

Until my flows get out from the underground

I try to keep it goin′ but I know I won't get out

I'm chokin′ now

Time′s up, so my open mouth

Drops to floor and

El Chapo style

I'll chop your spine

Into bits, served with wine

And syrup on top with herbs and thyme

My words will grind

Like Ryan Sheckler

Like your teeth when you find out that I am better

Like your girl when she cheats on you with me and I let her

Like the words I spit at you ain′t fire no they venom

Like the first ever track I did was the best ever

I spit it, so riddance

To your lyrics

Wear mittens

When dealing

With mine

I get 'em

And spit ′em

With venom

Down your spine

And now I'm spying

On the rap game

To see if it′s fine

But it's a wack shame

It's a lie

Hope my career becomes as big as Rick Ross

It′s my time now, now gimmie your wrist watch

Thoughts in my head mixed like a Jigsaw

My style is like wrestling, it′s Raw

Get shot

You wouldn't be a man if you had six balls

Try to understand that I′m Big Smalls

And you're Chris Wallace

I ran outta words so I binge watched

All of the shows, now I′m brainwashed

I stay off, all of the drugs but still I lean in the game with my sick thoughts

You heard me be wordy now hear me be dirty and

Fear me cuz 30 lil years from now

I'll be workin′ as the biggest rap star since

Biggie and Pa-ahh to early to start comparing

So girly what are ya wearing

Ayo MCM

You comin' in

Nah, gimmie a minute or two

Alright, ayo we gone get it like this

Feeling like a brain freeze mixed with the rabies

And like eight bees

Stingin' like they maybe

Play the

Guitar and the stadiums

Are filled till far

And I′m a filter bars for you babies

Ain′t shady but I'm Mar-argh

You look like

The white

Suge Knight

While I′m stood right

You should write

A hood rhyme

Instead of acting shook

Like woah

Oh my God, look guys

I got a hunnid views and I pull likes

From everyone of you who looks right

In the comments

I'm honest

Fishin′ as artist cuz I'm so awesome

Listen to my songs so I can make the profit

Women in thongs and money in my pocket

Who woulda thought that Yuri would′ve rocketed

Why's cancer cancerous

I don't know, couldn′t really get the hang of this

Why′s cancer cancerous

I don't know, couldn′t really get the hang of this

Why's cancer cancerous

I don′t know, couldn't really get the hang of this

Lies, answers and some things

I don′t know, couldn't really get the madness in

Knives, cancer and the sins

I don't know, couldn′t really get the blackness bent

In stabbin′ friends

I'm glad that it′s

Just fathomed in

My rappin' skills

I′m sad that we'll

Never-oh

Wait

W-we′re done

Aight then