[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

End cha flow, blow ya smoke, dope out cha lungs
Rope the rhymes ya jotted down in books that cha didn’t even take looks at/
I’m next up to bat battling rats, squashing cats
It’s simply evident wit evidence/
Making me relevant expect more harder flows
Like those narcos done invaded my zone/
Never giving up names, gambling games throwing stones bagging bones
Wit haggler arms I Mary Magdalene hoes flow ascend past the present tense/
Representing my clan, my click, my FAM, my peeps
How you rep the street you from/
I wasn’t ever homeless held down my homies yes,
Now can we address sterner stuff/