Peace homie. This is the truth right here. I put my heart and soul into this shit. It's nice to get some recognition. Word.
The lyrical gherkin is back,
murkin' the track,
jerkin' the fat,
learn the facts, Jack-
there's no turnin' back till I'm done burnin' this sack while I'm earnin' my stacks,
"Yo I heard he was wack, the gherkin's work, it ain't fat"
bitch I'll murder you, splat!
that's the gat turnin' your flesh to burning kernels of fat,
the gherkin be that worm in your cat.