Bitter Sweet Chin Music
In real life
I'm a decent human
But you motherfuckers make me feel like an evil mutant
I'm not perfect
But everybody needs improvement
So let me set the record straight wit' you, Sweet Chin Music
You say I'm ok~ish, but you really didn't critique my fluids
I got that "blood flow"
Nigga, I'm too deep for you kids
I'm under your skin
You miss all the punches I send
Then you speak to me like we equal or if I'm one of your friends
Your spirit is crushed ... I'm a genius in essence (soul) ...
I'm above you, I can use the ink as a weapon
Or "Fatal Shot" could be a bullet wound
Or even lethal injection
You joined a crew and hid behind it
'Cause ya need some protection
So see I come in many forms, I'm the chess master of disaster
Ye shall die with your pawns in Spectacular Vernacular
Or you can face me alone
And get found by scavengers massacred
Either way you're pissed on like a catheter afterwards
R.I.P. Sweet Chin Music
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