Vers*1

this is a test of my lyrical mix

i cant be shy and this shit cant be fixed

im tryin fuckin sit here with my hand on my shit

got no 

pen or paper to fucking write this bitch

what the fuck do i know

about rythem and rymhes i cant fucking spell this shit right

it aint like riding a bike

falling off 

got a bad cough

throat be hurtin 

tummy be turnin when i spit a rhyme

one time hits the shit dont mix

6-2-5-1's make it so easy 

on the lips

gotta get away though night and day

gotta get away though night and day

we got to do it any fucking way

Vers*2
This next step is fast

gotta go do that

im runnin with my brethren

Gotta make a last

givin ya whip lash

tryin to look to hard for the pig

this shit don't make it easy when you bake

thats to bad

tryin to get it right

desion on me

if i dont think quick

what happen to me

dalirious desion aint to clever

time to pull the lever

make like a tree and get the fuck outta here

but

now its are mission

to stay outta prison

if its too hot 

stay away from the kitchen

we
we just got to get away though the night and day 

Nalu13