Verse 1. There's an infestation in my mind's imagination. I hope that they choke on smoke. 'Cause I'm smokin' them out the basement. This is not rap, this is not hip-hop. Just another attempt to make
When I get home. You better not be there. We're placing bets, you won't. Shed your modesty. And the only thing to leave behind. Is your own skin on the floor. Don't you shy away. Manifest a ceiling. W