A creative blend of lyrics and choruses from an artist who really hasn't found a definitive style of writing. A realistic approach to stories of happiness, long
I never heard of this kid either man, how am I supposed to spit this
This kids a fucking nobody like anerixic bitches
I'm over flow like my cup when I'm pilled up
And trying to pour a beer but my hand is shakey as fuck
Spilling on the sofa, It's Dirty Jerkins I ain't sober
This Flow is all over like me trying to piss with a boner
I hit the curtains, the tiles, but I just keep on pissing
Sorta like you, when you battle, and your punches keep missing
Now look at this lil' bitch, he got a feminine waist
Parents think he'll get raped so they got em' carrying Mace
And I'm suprised ravenous raccoons ain't ravaged your face
Cuz you ain't Hazardous. You garbage. Like some Hazardous Waste
With banana peels and some dirty diapers
I'm killing you corny writers
Dirty Jerkins ill for certain
Snatch this tourney right up
So throw some curlers in your hair; play your position
Cause' when I think of the name "Flo" I think of elderly women
So I step to the nursing home and I get to dissing
This Flow is shitty like my septic system
With some raw sewage. I spit these bars fluid
And take giant dump on that bull shit that you call music
I've never lost only no-showed
Habour these villanous thoughts let out on a beat and we both know
I ain't a bad ass: I'm the baddest since Mathers
To do this rap that matters. And now you facing a savage
And I'll let loose any kid on a site with the word mic in it
When your mic sounds like Fisher Price with flashing lights in it
Hobbiest: need to step up your game
I got this locked like your wallets got a chain...emo.
