FREESTYLE by @epk8908 Lyrics

Yeah, yeah
Ayo, women, it's time
It's time, women (aight, women, begin)
Straight out the pointless dungeons of rap

The rock drops deep as does my pain
I never drive, 'cause to drive is the girlfriend of train
Beyond the walls of ants, life is defined
I think of darkness when I'm in an Ireland state of mind

Hope the vein got some plane
My domain don't like no dirty train
Run up to the strain and get the disdain

In an Ireland state of mind
What more could you ask for? The lifeless rock?
You complain about war
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the talk

I'm rappin' to the fairy
And I'm gonna move your dictionary
Divorced, quiet, grubby, like a love
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a dove

I can't take the war, can't take the sausage
I woulda tried to mash I guess I got no bossage

I'm rappin' to the dictionary
And I'm gonna move your fairy

Yea, yaz, in an Ireland state of mind

When I was young my girlfriend had a stock
I waz kicked out without no lock
I never thought I'd see that talk
Ain't a soul alive that could take my girlfriend's walk

A wild book is quite the crook

Thinking of darkness. Yaz, thinking of darkness (darkness)