MR HYDE

Yeah I need to write
Because I'm losing this fight
This world is hurting my soul
So I'm contemplating suicide
Trying to seek a better life
But I just wanna  hide
I'm sick with the formaldehyde
They call me Mr Hyde
Cos I'm selling out Parks like Rosa
Got my own chauffer
They call me a baller
Yeah I'm a king like James
They all know I spit flames
So call me a dragon
I'm going solo
So fuck a band and a wagon
Spit like a python
Y'all  a bunch of bisons
They call me a farmer
Cos I'm selling more drugs than pharma
Walk into A & E  with a cyst
Get it........ I'm a sick pharmacist
If you must I insist
My bars are hotter than mist
You will not be missed
So go ahead and decease
No I will not cease
Unless I seize..... your whole stash of hash
In and out like flash
Yeah I kill all bacteria
They respond with hysteria
Mash up the whole area
I call it Area dynamics
Yeah I'm causing panic
Cos I spit manic like a depressive
Give that g a sedative
I may forget
But I don't forgive
Got one reason to live and that it is to kill
Murdered my own brother
They said I was ill
Opened his head with a drill
Soon the whole floor was filled
So i guess he had a stroke
No this aint a joke
This shit is a true depiction
Cos I don't spit fiction
Sometimes I get these visions
So i ask myself
Are they hallucinations
Truth is I blame those hallucinogens
Carcinogens
Mix them up with fentanyl
Ethanol
I don't need a bachelor in chemistry
I send a bachelor to immortality
In other words he's passed on to the next life
Cos he was a failure in this life
Get it. I'm sick with a knife
Sick with the rhymes
The truth is sour like a lime
They say I got too much thyme on my hands
So here's my master plan
Call me your master
I don't need no plans
I just need to write
So pass me the pen
I don't need a pal or a friend
Only on the Lord I depend
This life is getting closer to the end
So I guess it's the end