The Glued Crown

You're just mad I speak truth

Like drones dropping bombs

You're a twisted sick fuck

Who has no intell or com

Maybe if more had obtained it

Or If common sense was free

Then you could see clearly

& not find, how fucked youre to be

I know about your cheating,

Her poisoning my drink & the lies

I know about their paid for, spellwork

& how much you spy, with your little eye.

I know how you lied, & told people

That I stole from my own account

Where you were just an authorized user

Cause you had no credit or clout!

I know about the death tumeric tacos

And your silent partner plans

We all know you're really down low

Yoga position, ass up, face down with your hands

You say your oldest son feels entitled

& I say, IF that is true

It's because you stole his childhood

So, Mother Fucker he is due!

You dont believe in spirituality

But your ass just bought a crystal

That's just like buying bullets

But not any fuckkng pistol!

It must be the fixadent

That glued my crown in my head

Because if I thought like you

With no guidance, I'd surely be dead

I know High, I Q's are rare

Just look outside your cardboard box

To see different perspectives

Be Limitless without any mind locks