leprosy

you say that you got your own shit, but you got no whip, you say that you got your own shit, but you got no crib, you say that you got your own shit, but you got no chick, don't say that you got your own shit, when you got no ends, bitch, 12 noon and i just woke, in bed alone still fucked from the night before, i look around, where my bitch go?, then i remembered wrappin' tight rope around her throat, i'm the mage and i wake when you eyes close, hair long, face tatted, i'mma lost soul, fuck cliques, i'mma solo, you don't got a whip so you ride a dick to your show, i don't need you, black mage til i die, bitch, i don't owe a thing to a muhfucka talkin' your shit i don't really give a damn where you been you ain't never gonna be a motherfucka that i really wanna be matter fact i never wanna be another mothafucka but me, keep on pretendin' that you are the prophet but one day you will be alone, left in your misery nailed to the front of a crucifix of stone, a loyal bitch is hard to find like a ghostemane tee, yeah they rare but mane just keep you fuckin' head up like a king, most of all don't ever trust a man or bitch that got no brain, bitch i stay well read and elevated way up in the plane, you say that you got your own shit, but you got no whip, you say that you got your own shit, but you got no crib, you say that you got your own shit, but you got no chick, don't say that you got your own shit, when you got no ends