Torn to Ribbonz - I.F.K.

Deep fail in a head, nuthin on face Dicky thoughts are landin outside of base

Two bocks in a pocket, some hate inside For anotha mothafucka with a bozo mind

Some times I feel in a dead of night That somebody takes all ma bodyscrews out

Yeah, mothafucka, again’n’again I catch tha time and cherish ma brain

I flog ma dreams, flog all reflexes anotha things in this time makes ma

distresses

I lost all rools and limits no more Before I will be to ribbonz torn

Torn, torn to ribbonz man Torn to MF ribbonz

Walkin late at night through ma garbage town With thousands fuckin whores' n a

packs of spown

They’re searcin a cash 'n killin cops I absorbe it in maself, but it’s not ma

fuckin job

Old pusha said:"Hey, taste ma joint now U’ll set off, man, to tha greatest point

He saw ma eyes and took away his ass 'Cause ma fuckin brain was full of grass

Bombastic heroes with big square jawls Malin steel stares strengin their frost

balls

They’re playn arnolds 'n filterin words Lookin in shopwindows with reflection

of gods

Ma fuck off’s too quietly for tha crowd and I wish that u make me louda

Whenever I will all that shit ignore and I willbe to ribbonz torn

Hey, u listen brotha, u know I’m not a MF mizantrope man, bur everyone are too

Much bastardoz.

and when I’m lookin on this crowd I wanna get 'em one good

piece of advice:

SUCK MA DICK, MF, 'N GET OUT FROM MA WORLD!