Quick Flow

Everything goes from great to mad, like an episode of breaking bad

I think I caught a case of better face the facts

The pace at which I pace is a race, it's like I'm running in place

I just ate a plate of fate, but all I taste is hash

they say they wana share, but all the wana do is take ya stash

rape your a*s, abate your' free will, and make ya be still

lookin for cats but you forgot about the snake in the grass

I take 3 pills, for each one of my 33 ill's, the first 30 are wordy

The last 69 are overkill, my doc has got a quota to fill

Cruella De Ville in a lab coat, says he got a boat to build

He needs my bones for the frame, my skin for the sail

Now we're takin on water, get a bucket to bail

This is colorado style, never predicted or stale

You could be on a warm picnic and get hit by hail

I died every week like kenny till I sipped the grail

Now I'm feeling pretty healthy like a grip of kale

And the lizards try'n kill me but to no avail

My soul is black as coal although my flow is pale

You created your own coffin, I'm just the hammer and nail