Crooked past & present [rap mixtape]

explosive [Freestyle]

I'm sittin' on the steps sh*ttin' from heavy reps, listenin to dogs bark it's dark, and people's drunken laughter, I'm like a ghost, you wouldn't blink if I past ya, I ain't got no friends even if I went into the past and slapped ya, smacked ya till your face is chapped, I'm like ed Gein I'll just were your face as a mask, it don't take time or am I lyin' to make my ryhmes crass, (why) cuz I'm lacking sensibility and class, I could say with my ass I'll pass or your Adams apple I'll slash, these ryhmes are trash, I guess you like 'em? Must'a been smokin' hash, but I'm the rap god I got the sash and when I pass I'll dash, your body and this sledge hammer I'll smash, more holy then an asshole at mass, irish dreadlocked lass, ain't nothin' but a cas-taway, and for paris I pray, blow 'em up like naruto and explosive clay, joint or j anyway I slay I'll flick a hater in the ashtray, I write ryhmes like a story in a play, okay, f*ck you dre better behave, alright? I'm white but I feel like a slave, I stay premetive cuz I been inside a cave, writtin' cuz I got nothin' to do day by day, okay? Okay.