There beside, I care to survive. Burry and hide, what I’ve stored inside. It’s like I’ve died, a cat screamed. Black jeans, I rap mean. That obscene, what’s the score. Enough of more, I tuck the sword. In a junk ford, I am divine. Hit the accelerator, and let it interwine. What’s the weather, touched and severed. Buck with feathers, luck and leather. Such better, gain the courage. Yeah I herd it, gotta reword it. You know that I merk it, I go harder. No time to barder, I am a martyr. So smarter, use intellect. You cats are wack, and I am direct.