this motherfuckin actor, face stone cold	
while the gaps in his arm bleeding out till he's bones	
hats off to the crack whores	
daquiries, glorious dancers	
still a chance to meet, while im still breathing and creeping	
this addiction is affter us, i'm dangerous	
i'm crashin off a wax pen, a vaccine for all the hate and lust	
get fucked, im a dictionary rich kid, you better duck	
i hit you with this ton of bricks and leave you in the	
fracture in my mind, weakening the soul	
crafter of design, leaving me alone	
eroded by the lonely, healing in the evening	
chosen to be holy, killing when i need to	
hope i got my vest on, with my mac 10	
followin the fashion, we pack it where the gat fits	
next up, gotta rest enough to get my pecs buff	
fresh nugs, stashed in the trash bin for jackin	
theres a reason for stealing, i'm pleading you're dealing	
i'm goin till morning, like my prose and my story	
cuz im glowing and flowing, pleading now for my own	
reaching out, holding on to this rose till im gold	
this addiction is affter us, i'm dangerous	
i'm crashin off a wax pen, a vaccine for all the hate and lust	
get fucked, im a dictionary rich kid, you better duck	
i hit you with this ton of bricks and leave you in the wreck	
well his enemies, brought him in for questioning	
blocked off his bentley,	
glock talkin friendly	
lend me these jewels, cuz we shoot kids	
who rocked it with stock picks	
who dis? you again, my crew needs proof of this	
hope i got my vest on, with my mac 10	
followin the fashion, we pack it where the gat fits	
next up, gotta rest enough to get my pecs buff	
fresh nugs, stashed in the trash bin for jackin	
if its fiction, im still spittin viscious	
wishin you could witness, this action my direction	
crashin in the fast lane, backstreet lap dance	
practice, hat trick, yahtzee for hit list	
hell's evil, the mob come and robbed him	
clocked him and dropped him, got the job done	
probably flopped around a bit, talked a lot a shit	
cops walked in, all slick, nonsense try to sentence me	
	
I need a pinch hitter cuz i cant trust	
spent luck, there's a question	
cuz the tension has been lifted	
not what you expected	
back for the election	
test a better drug so reaction time is messed up	
hope i got my vest on, with my mac 10	
followin the fashion, we pack it where the gat fits	
next up, gotta rest enough to get my pecs buff	
fresh nugs, stashed in the trash bin for jackin	
dead feelin when i ask for the check please	
pending on my movement, reckon you cant best me	
grew fit, music bright lumens, am i foolish	
hooligans threw fits, the root of all this nuisance	
this addiction is affter us, i'm dangerous	
i'm crashin off a wax pen, a vaccine for all the hate and lust	
get fucked, im a dictionary rich kid, you better duck	
i hit you with this ton of bricks and leave you in the wreck dust

Matteo Miller-Nicolato