Best rap verse of all time right now

best rap verse of all time right now

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DID THE MAN THAT INVENTED COLLEGE
GO TO COLLEGE?

"yo yo yo i got the good flow" - 2 pack

NOW IF I FUCK THIS MODEL AND SHE JUST BLEACHED HER ASSHOLE AND I GET BLEACH ON MY T SHIRT IMMA FEEL LIKE AN ASSHOLE

first verse of suck my dick ho

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Jay Rock on Money Trees

hands down.

I have to say I feel foolish for not expecting the memes on Sup Forums.

Def his best verse, probs not the best verse of all time tho

Bun B on Murder

>implying i'm memeing about lil b having the greatest verse ever

HOW M.E.D. HOLD HEAT LIKE CLINT EAST IS REBORN
LEAVE 'EM WITH MORE HOLES THAN A DART BOARD

HATERS WATCH HIM, HENNESSY DOUBLE SHOT
DRINK LIKE THE ANSWER TO THE PROBLEM'S AT THE BOTTLE'S BOTTOM

that place is cringy as fuck don't even joke about that

First verse on NY state of mind.

wildchilds verse on hardcore hustle

youtube.com/watch?v=EjJmf6ukHG4

this

I don't have no problem with you fucking me
But I have a little problem wit you not fucking me

Lil Wayne's second verse on 6 Foot 7 Foot

youtube.com/watch?v=c7tOAGY59uQ

@ 1:14

Responsibility's cool, but there’s more things in life
Like getting your dick
Rode all fucking night
By the kind of girl that knows how to keep her shit tight
Legs in the air, looking like they feel nice
Volcano pussy melt your peter like ice

I got techniques dripping out my butt cheeks

Yeah

WHO DAT GIRL, WHO SHE IS?

Srsly, name plz.

I'm pretty sure that's Aruba. Pornstar. She also does asmr. Not that I like that but you know...

>IM FAIRLY LOCAL
>I BEEN AROUND

>not liking lil b

I didn't know she did porn. Shiet.

Always that one line from Uneven Compromise by Lil Ugly Mane, shit used to hit home during tougher times.

>COWERING AND BROKEN
>I'M A VICTIM OF MY EVIL DEEDS
>BUT I DON'T NEED YOUR SYMPATHY
>I'M COMFORTABLE IN MISERY

I think the best verses in the game lie in this one track but I have a hard time choosing

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>Pornstar

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Pharoahe Monch's verse on here is insane

Your crew is featherweight, my gunshots'll make you levitate
I'm only 19, but my mind is old
When the things get for real, my warm heart turns cold
Another nigga deceased, another story gets told
It ain't nothin' really, ayo Dun, spark the Philly
So I can get my mind off these yellow-backed niggas
Why they still alive? I don't know, go figure
Meanwhile back in Queens the realness and foundation
If I die, I couldn't choose a better location
When the slugs penetrate, you feel a burnin' sensation
Gettin' closer to God in a tight situation
Now take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you

I'm spongebob squarepants
I'm strapped with the heater

...

I'm a made guy
You the maid dye
You keep it clean for the main act, shine eye
This the Maine punch
Stolen brain lunch
Swollen fame like a restaurant that feign brunch

Scope the rap game lick
Hope the horse train hit
Run towards exit
Flex it

Break the show, spit tit
Never know, luck mit
Always go, pilot
Trust it

Deep like chicago pie
Never fold, hands high
Always gold, grand spy
Fuck your hold, no tie
In this mode no lie
Oh I might just cancel shit
Hold my ground with hand and wrist
Open loud like chain that miss
If you proud you lick the fifth
Take that shit and eat the myth
Beat the fray, heat the day
Skip the frame, hit back
Mold the way, no slack
Carry heart backpack
Marry, fart, old track
Parry cultural fact

Fuck this whole rap shit
Name one rapper who could hack it
Writing so organic
Y'all niggas too plastic better panic
Couldn't fix a crack if you were chapstick
Couldn't touch a fact if you trapped it
You inspector gadget antithesis
Too hot like Icarus
Me? I swiss army knife piss
Sight bris

Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know That we riddled some middlemen who didn't do diddly

...

AND IF THE WORLD EVER HAS AN APOCALYPSE I WILL KILL ALL OF YOU FUCKERS

Personal fav:

Break records at Louis, ate breakfast at Gucci
My girl a superstar all from a home movie
Bow on our arrival, the un-American idols
What niggas did in Paris, got 'em hangin' off the Eiffel
Yeah, I'm talkin' business, we talkin' CIA
I'm talkin' George Tenet, I seen him the other day
He asked me about my Maybach, think he had the same
Except mine tinted and his might have been rented
You know, white people get money, don't spend it
Or maybe they get money, buy a business
I rather buy 80 gold chains and go ign'ant
I know Spike Lee gon' kill me, but let me finish
Blame it on the pigment, we livin' no limits
Them gold Master P ceilings was just a figment
Of our imagination, MTV cribs
Now I'm lookin' at a crib right next to where TC lives
That's Tom Cruise, whatever she accuse
He wasn't really drunk, he just had a frew brews
Pass the refreshments, a cool, cool beverage
Everything I do need a news crew's presence
Speedboat swerve, homie, watch out for the waves
I'm way too black to burn from sunrays
So I just meditate at the home in Pompeii
About how I could build a new Rome in one day
Every time I'm in Vegas they screamin' like he's Elvis
But I just wanna design hotels and nail it
Shit is real, got me feelin' Israelian
Like Bar Refaeli, or Gisele—no, that's Brazilian
Went through, deep depression when my mama passed
Suicide, what kinda talk is that?
But I been talkin' to God for so long
That if you look at my life I guess he's talkin' back
Fuckin' with my clique

Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap it
Foot up, my foot up
Hold up now my foot up
(I'm spinnin') I'm spinnin' my foot up
Foot up yeah my foot up
(I'm spinnin') I'm spinnin' my foot up
Put my foot down yeah my hands up
My hands up, my hands up
(Flexin') Flexin' while my hands up
My hands up, my hands up
I stand up with my hands up
Then I put up, my hands up
I put up, my hands up
I put up, my hands up
Then I'm spinnin' all my hands up
(Spinnin') Spinnin' while my hands up
(Spinnin') Spinnin' while my hands up
(Spinnin') Spinnin' while my hands up
Then I'm tippin' all my hands up
Spinnin', I'm spinnin', I'm spinnin' while my hands up
(Spinnin') I'm Spinnin', I'm spinnin', I'm spinnin' while my hands up
(Drank)


>has an apocalypse

So nasty that it's probably somewhat of a travesty having me
Daily told the people "You can call me Your Majesty!"
Keep your battery charged
You know it won't stick, yo
And it's not his fault you kick slow
Should've let your trick 'ho chick hold your sick glow
Plus nobody couldn't do nothin' once he let the brick go
And you know I know that's a bunch of snow
The beat is so butter
Peep the slow cutter
As he utter the calm flow (Your mother)
Don't talk about my moms, yo
Sometimes he rhyme quick, sometimes he rhyme slow
Or vice versa
Whip up a slice of nice verse pie
Hit it on the first try
Villain: the worst guy
Spot hot tracks like spot a pair of fat asses
Shots of the scotch from out of square shot glasses
And he won't stop 'til he got the masses
And show 'em what they know not through flows of hot molasses
Do it like the robot to headspin to boogaloo
Took a few minutes to convince the average bug-a-boo
It's ugly, like look at you
It's a damn shame
Just remember ALL CAPS when you spell the man name

gucci mane lemonade

Every time

It's amazing how even if I didn't recognize the verse, I would be able to tell who it is.

The DOOM nominated for the best rolled Ls
and they wondered how he dealt with stress so well.

Andre 3k - Royal Flush

IT GOES IT GOES IT GOES IT GOES IT GOES IT GOES
GUILLOTIIIIIIIIINEEEE

YUH!

Man Prodigy was a legend

youtube.com/watch?v=JleGqB4X13k

this whole song basically

A child is born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smilin' on you but he's frownin' too
Because only God knows what you'll go through
You'll grow in the ghetto livin' second-rate
And your eyes will sing a song called deep hate
The places you play and where you stay
Looks like one great big alleyway
You'll admire all the number-book takers
Thugs, pimps and pushers and the big money-makers
Drivin' big cars, spendin' twenties and tens
And you'll wanna grow up to be just like them, huh
Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers
Pickpocket peddlers, even panhandlers
You say I'm cool, huh, I'm no fool
But then you wind up droppin' outta high school
Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stick-up kid, but look what you done did
Got sent up for a eight-year bid
Now your manhood is took and you're a Maytag
Spend the next two years as a undercover fag
Bein' used and abused to serve like hell
Til one day, you was found hung dead in the cell
It was plain to see that your life was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young

Fake niggas get flipped
In mic fights I swing swords and cut clowns
Shit is too swift to bite you record and write it down
I flow like the blood on a murder scene, like a syringe
On some wild out shit, to insert a fiend
But it was your op to shop stolen art
Catch a swollen heart from not rolling smart
I put mad pressure, on phony wack rhymes that get hurt
Shit's played like zodiac signs on sweatshirt
That's minimum, and feminine like sandals
My minimum table stacks a verse on a gamble
Energy is felt once the cards are dealt
With the impact of roundhouse kicks from black belts
That attack, the mic-fones like cyclones or typhoon
I represent from midnight to high noon
I don't waste ink, nigga I think
I drop megaton bombs more faster than you blink
Cause rhyme thoughts travel at a tremendous speed
Clouds of smoke, of natural blends of weed
Only under one circumstance that's if I'm blunted
Turn that shit up, my Clan in the front want it

My stove deserve a shout out im like what up stove

Andre 3000's verse on Rosa Parks
Nas's first verse on NY State of Mind
Jay-Z's second verse on Dead Presidents II
Tupac's first verse on Hit 'Em Up
Lil Wayne's second verse on Lollipop (Remix)

My preliminary attack keep cemeteries packed
Of niggas who think it ain't like that
MCs are gunned down like being run down with mad trucks
Then, God struck, religious niggas call it "bad luck"
Rap celeb, you got caught up in the web
Now, bees are stingin', yo, that niggas em-singin'
I'm just swingin' swords strictly based on keyboards
Unbalanced like elephants and ants on see-saws
I throw raps that attack like the Japs on Pearl Harbor
MCs be out like bank robbers
Fleeing the scene, to be a sole survivor
DJ, the getaway driver
Tried to dip, but he dive, I socialize on vocal vibes
On tracks stabbed up with razor-sharp knives
Criminal subliminal minded rappers find it
Hard to define it, when narrow is the gate
For fat tapes and, then, played out and out of date
Then I construct my thoughts on site to renovate
And from that point, the God made a statement
Draftin' tracements, replacements in basements
Materials in sheet-rock, to sound proof the beatbox
And microscopic optics received through the boxes
Obnoxious topic, major labels, flavor tropical
Punchlines, that's unstoppable
Ring like shots from Glocks that attract cops
Around the clubs and try to shut down the hip-hop
But we only increase if everything is peace
Father You See King the police

Baby I'm lawless, you couldn't burn me if you threw acid on me
I'm at you homie, I'm at your home ready to spray you while you nappin' homie
Have everything on and around your mattress lookin' like the word in front of a matrimony
You high, thug yeah go 'head jump, no matter how high you get
You gon' come up short like Spud Webb
My DUI's get waived like saying bye
Still ridin' with no L's like James Todd
Can't change I thank God for my safe thinking
Last time I was safe thinking, me and my niggas was doin' a bank job
I stay violent, y'all go the peace route
You got a mouth like Kanye, I'll knock your whole bottom row of teeth out
No disrespect to Mr. West, shit I'm just nice with mine
And this just rap, I'm just like Ricky Hatton, I just like the line
These weak rappers want to set us up, they never tough
They ask me for a hook, I tell 'em left or right, head or gut?
What y'all messin' with is a nigga that'll leave you FUBAR
Fucked up beyond all recognition
Y'all are rock stars, I'm the opposite
I could just throw a rock and hit a star for the fuck of it
Partner, you're not hard, I body your hot bars
Beef is left you pray, right like Allahu Akbar
Let's go, when I leave y'all shot, you ain't gon' be on your Metro
In a bad area that call dropped

Look no fucking further.

>youtube.com/watch?v=wA49DaVmJWQ

You have got to be shitting me.

I just posted this without seeing your verse.
This just happened.

I think that settles this shit. Who else got a verse worth an unintentional double vote?

youtube.com/watch?v=qrPRTdm0VJU

i also fucking love this verse

aruwba

Dunno about best of all time but the best that I've been listening to recently is Earl's verse on really doe

Bad answer. He didn't even know how to start the verse.
Hide in my sock

>Cam'ron, verse II, 'I Really Mean It' (by The Diplomats; Diplomatic Immunity)

Hey yo lock my garage, rock my massage
Fuck it, bucket by Osh Kosh B'gosh
Golly I'm gully, look at his galoshes
Gucci, gold, platinum plaque collages
From collabos, ghost writin' for assholes
Wanna use my brain, then give Killa mad dough
It's all good, increase Killa cash flow
Increase my fame, that's why Killa smash hoes
You'll get side swiped, look at my life
First movie ever, murked out Mekhi Phife' (He my man tho)
And papi got jerked out of pies twice
Dip Set, we working with five dice
Cee-lo and craps, c-notes and stacks
I send bodies with "read this note" attached
Ya youngin' fucked with boys in the hood
Gave her a son like Ricky, from 'Boyz in the Hood'
On the couch bloody, old lady sighing
Wifey screaming, pissy little baby crying
Fucked up man, shit. There you seen it (I really mean it)
Senpai man, you terry cloth, that mean you very soft
Gravy Mercedes, add the cranberry sauce

>Straight out the fucking dungeons of rap
>where fake niggas don't make it back
Um, you're wrong.

not necessarily goat but brotha lynch's closing verse on walkin 2 my funeral

Everything but this is wrong answer:

''Visualizin' the realism of life in actuality
Fuck who's the baddest, a person's status depends on salary
And my mentality is money-orientated
I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it
‘Cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as Five Percenters
But somethin' must've got in us, ‘cause all of us turned to sinners
Now some restin' in peace and some are sittin' in San Quentin
Others, such as myself, are tryin' to carry on tradition
Keepin' this Schweppervescent street ghetto essence inside us
'Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us
Even though we know, somehow we all gotta go
But as long as we leavin' thievin'
We'll be leavin' with some kind of dough
So, until that day we expire and turn to vapors
Me and my capers will be somewhere stackin' plenty papers
Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high
‘Cause life's a bitch and then you die''

Wasn't as hot as I thought

Kind disappointed. There goes nofap

Busta isn't fantastic, but you gotta admit this be up there. Tribe be one of the best ever

Watch, as I combine all the juice from the mind
Heel up, reel up, bring it back, come rewind
Powerful impact boom from the cannon
Not braggin, try to read my mind just imagine
Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary
When diggin into my library
Oh my gosh Oh my gosh
Eating ayea toadstool like the one Peter Tosh-a
Uh, uh uhh, alone with the track man
Uh, pardon me, uhh, as I come back
As I did it yo I heard you beg your pardon
When I travel to the Sun I roll with the squadron
RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW like a dungeon dragon
Change your little drawers cause your pants are saggin
Try to step to this, I will, fits you in a turban
And had you smellin right, like some old stale urine
Checkady-choco, the chocolate chicken
The rear cock diesel, for chicks they were kickin
Yo, bustin out before the Busta bust a nut the rhyme
the rhythm is in sync
The rhymes are on time
Rippin up this dance just like a radio
Observe the vibe and check out the scenario

my dick
is hard
they call me
the bard

youtube.com/watch?v=kGZsGX3B_BY

R.A. The Rugged Man - Uncommon Valor: A Vietnam Story

Verse is too long to fit in textbox, just listen, shit still gives me chills

Young Ugly God finesse the porn up on your TV
I got your girl dripping out her panties like Fiji
Lotion in my hands, so my palms a little greasy
Young Ugly God split her legs like a kiwi
I took that nigga bitch so now he wants a peace treaty

I quit porn but this gif cracks me up

>Bitch, stop playin', I do it like a king do
>If these niggas animals, then I'ma have a mink soon
>Tell 'em bitches I say put my name on the wall
>I speak the truth, but I guess that's a foreign language to y'all

UH UH UH NIGGA UH YA SMELL ME CUZ? UH UH UH FUCK YOU CRACKER ASS WHITEBOYS, YA'LL JUST MUH PLAY TOYS, I CREEP ON YA IN YO SLEEP WHIP OUT MUH GAT & IT GO 'BLAT', FUCK YO WHITE BITCH AT YOUR FUNERAL IN THE BATHROOM, SHE COMES BACK TO MUH ROOM, I PLAY WIT DEM TITTIES LIKE TWO BASKETBALLS DEN SLAM DUNK DIS BBC UP HER CORNHOLE, & YO AS IM BOUT TO BUST IN HER ASSHOLE TIGHTY SHE SCREAMS AN MOANS 'FUCK WHITEY'

YOU SMELL ME?

Yep, you know it, growing up too fast
Showing up to class with Moet in a flask
He ask the teacher if he leaves, will he pass?
His girl is home alone, he tryn' to get the

WHO IS THIS??

WROTE THIS OATH WHILE PINCHING A LOAF

Pull up in the monster automobile, gangsta
With a bad bitch that came from Sri Lanka
Yeah I'm in that Tonka color of Willy Wonka
You could be the king but watch the queen conquer
OK, first things first I'll eat your brains
Then I'm a start rocking gold teeth and fangs
Cause that's what a motherfucking monster do
Hair dresser from Milan that's the monster 'do
Monster Giuseppe heel, that's the monster shoe
Young Money is the roster and a monster crew
And I'm all up, all up, all up in the bank with the funny face
And if I'm fake, I ain't notice cause my money ain't

This is my heritage, all I'm inheritin'
Money and power, the makin' of marriages

Tell me somethin'
You mothafuckas can't tell me nothin'
I'd rather die than to listen to you
My DNA not for imitation
Your DNA an abomination
This how it is when you're in the Matrix
Dodgin' bullets, reapin' what you sow
And stackin' up the footage, livin' on the go
And sleepin' in a villa
Sippin' from a Grammy and walkin' in the buildin'
Diamond in the ceilin', marble on the floors
Beach inside the window, peekin' out the window
Baby in the pool, godfather goals
Only Lord knows, I've been goin' hammer
Dodgin' paparazzi, freakin' through the cameras
Eat at Four Daughters, Brock wearin' sandals
Yoga on a Monday, stretchin' to Nirvana
Watchin' all the snakes, curvin' all the fakes
Phone never on, I don't conversate
I don't compromise, I just penetrate
Sex, money, murder—these are the breaks
These are the times, level number 9
Look up in the sky, 10 is on the way
Sentence on the way, killings on the way
Motherfucker, I got winners on the way
You ain't shit without a body on your belt
You ain't shit without a ticket on your plate
You ain't sick enough to pull it on yourself
You ain't rich enough to hit the lot and skate
Tell me when destruction gonna be my fate
Gonna be your fate, gonna be our faith
Peace to the world, let it rotate
Sex, money, murder—our DNA

Prince Williams ain’t do it right if you ask me
‘Cause I was him I would have married Kate and Ashley

Brittanya Razavi
camwhore?

Thx user

Definitely a contender, Inspectah Deck went off.

youtube.com/watch?v=qqzeizVR7F8

That tripfag mentioned it above

I need more drinks and less lights
And that American Apparel girl in just tights
She told the director she tryna get in a school
He said “take them glasses off and get in the pool”
It’s been a while since I watched the tube
Cause like a Crip set, I got way too many blues for any more bad news
I was looking at my resume feeling real fresh today
They rewrite history, I don’t believe in yesterday
And what’s a black Beatle anyway, a fucking roach?
I guess that's why they got me sitting in fucking coach
My guy said I need a different approach
Cause people is looking at me like I’m sniffing coke
It's not funny anymore, try different jokes
Tell ‘em hug and kiss my ass, x and o
And kiss the ring while they at it, do my thing while I got it
Play strings for the dramatic ending of that wack shit
Act like I ain't had a belt in two classes
I ain't got it I’m coming after whoever who has it
I’m coming after whoever. Who has it?
You blowin' up, that’s good, fantastic
That y’all, it's like that y'all
I don’t really give a fuck about it at all
Cause the same people that tried to black ball me
Forgot about two things, my black balls

You love her, then you gotta give the world to her
Is that a world tour or your girl's tour?
I know that you gotta be a thug for her
This ain't what she meant when she told you to open up more
Yeah, trigger fingers turn to twitter fingers
Yeah, you gettin' bodied by a singin' nigga
I'm not the type of nigga that'll type to niggas
And shout-out to all my boss bitches wifin' niggas

So, I typed a text to a girl I used to see
Saying that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be
And I apologize if this message gets you down
Then I CC'ed every girl that I'd see-seed 'round town
And hate to see y'all frown but I'd rather see her smilin'
Wetness all around me, true, but I'm no island
Peninsula maybe, it makes no sense, I know crazy
Give up all this pussy cat that's in my lap, no looking back
Spaceships don't come equipped with rear view mirrors
They dip as quick as they can, the atmosphere is now ripped
I'm so like a pimp, I'm glad it's night
So the light from the sun would not burn me on my bum
When I shoot the moon, high jump the broom
Like a preemie out the womb
My partner yelling, "Too soon, don't do it!
Reconsider, read some liter-ature on the subject
You sure? Fuck it
You know we got your back like chiroprac-tic
If that bitch do you dirty, we'll wipe her ass out in some detergent
Now hurry, hurry, go on to the altar
I know you ain't a pimp, but pimp, remember what I taught ya:
Keep your heart Three Stacks, keep your heart
Hey, keep your heart Three Stacks, keep your heart
Man, these girls is smart, Three Stacks, these girls is smart
Play your part... play your part"

row row fight the power

In front of two-inch glass and Arabs I order fries
Inspiration when I write, I see my daughter's eyes
I'm the truth, across the table from corporate lies
Immortalized by the realness I bring to it
If revolution had a movie I'd be theme music
My music, you either fight, fuck, or dream to it
My life is one big rhyme, I try to scheme through it
Through my shell, never knew what the divine would bring to it
I'd be lying if I said I didn't want millions
More than money saved, I wanna save children
Dealing with alcoholism and afrocentricity
A complex man drawn off of simplicity
Reality is frisking me
This industry will make you lose intensity
The Common Sense in me remembers the basement
I'm Morpheus in this hip-hop Matrix, exposing fake shit

if i gotta sleep a pussy ass nigga imma make it look sexy

SASQUATCH

Nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga
I'm 100% nigga
Nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga
I'm 200% nigga

I never sleep, ‘cause sleep is the cousin of death

fucken magnets, how do they work?

Unironically this. You had to be there tho, like all rap. It's value is very much tied up into its context.

It infects your brain somehow. Almost like the mcdonalds of rap, you know it's garbage, but you keep coming back for more.

this one right here

Because its been so long since we had a halfway decent female rapper then we she said "You can be the king but watch the queen conquer" it was a wrap. That was so much a career making line it couldn't be overstated. Plus MBDTF was hella good and that was a lead single.

These


DOOM on Figaro
Blu - Amnesia 2nd verse
Pusha-T first verse on We Got it For Cheap

Just a few favs of mine

I always sleep cause sleep is the cousin of death.

Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her?
You think she gon’ stick around if them 25 years occur?
You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?
You think y’all on common ground if you promise to be the first? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?
Even though you share the same blood is it worth the time?
Like who got your best interest?
Like how much are you dependent?
How clutch are the people that say they love you?
And who pretending?
How tough is your skin when they turn you in?
Do you show forgiveness?
What brush do you bend when dusting your shoulders from being offended?
What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?
What kind of bridge did they burn?
Revenge or your mind when it’s mentioned?
You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson
You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom
You wanna be remembered that delivered the message
That considered the blessing of everyone
This your lesson for everyone

I'M A MENTAL PATIENT SAFETYS NOT A STRONG SUIT
WRONGDOER SAFETY OFF ONE CHAMBERED IM DOG PUKE