The soul cannot be proven like genes that form the spirit
My greatest sin’s awareness too severe to be near to
I freestyle – off the top – I can’t say I engineered it
He or she who lends an ear to…me…I domineer to
Scheme, scam, plan, play, love is like living in your finest day
Shining like a crime that descended from the heavens – oh!
Pimping out Christmas on the corner since then till dismay
Lick my balls, no thought’s unspared, my poetry’s semen – al
Grinning like a cynic as I lie to you euphoric
Truth spinning like the globe on the fingertips of trotters
Changing like a memory – it’s not the way you stored it
I liked the girl I had till I saw somebody hotter
Thinking like a pig in pervwords yet oinking like a gent
Question Demise: What if no one ever shot 50 Cent?