I was a fat ass adolescence, call me Ovaltine, Corey never left the oval office- he was always in Quarantine, Always in time outs- you can call me a corner king, Always In the red corner till the coroner Announces the bell and rings.

Rising from the soil_ I Toil to ring, the bells that stone fell goyles bring, Just another challenge I got a golden chalice that makes it less challenging, Hand me my cap, my handicap hands me hell_ but I’m well handling. Fashion sense like I’m Adam and his sandaling, I come from the Ashen ones, call my chants with prancing candelings, My mom so strong and my old man’s stringing mandolins, I feel every pain and pang call me a pangolin, It’s just in my jeans, i’m really wrangling. I’m going back and forth to hell again, Tell my friends that I’m off the fight some spooky skeletons Wheels to the real road fuck peldding a pelotin, Wind in my sails , see I’m peddling pelicans. File my carapace under necro I fuck an x o skeleton I built my pecks with the insane-o-flex, expect