Yo This beat has a lot of spinnin its called feed me grapes... And no u not -Afra No u not Nah u not Verse1 The fall of the 3rd Rock Music is again just a doll in the box. We watered the plant with kerosene, Got burnt. Now the Sun turns mellow cheek, Farts. Mad spots got blown. Mad plots got disowned Corners are chill again, Fraudulent respect, We're all "ill" again. What is this? I'm checkin for more than 1 hoe like Gilligan, Bad bizness... Now free to kill. See, young boys and girls? This is skill. No point of return, no looking back... This aint about race, Otherwise there's plenty of speed in my cooking rack. So my shows bring back a memory: 40 soldiers and 5 young girls Gettin it. Innocent minds bring fake I.Ds to my dirty element: We got the sorry bastards yellin it: No, no, no, that's too late Im goin to the beach!! Ooh, is that my phone? Verse2 Towels, man, Im dirty like ancient towers, man. This is a show that left my powers amped So let me chill, before I run into cowards, fam. Somethin about happiness I dont understand. Just wanna smoke and be out, Write a verse, turn the beat up and dial. Here a female on the other side, Wormhole, welcome. Stoly on the table, all day, all night, No sleep, just fuck. And write. Heat sulfur up, ignite. Nah, but...nice idea though.. No funds... No one fucking cares, but yea, if u do? Verse3 Feed me grapes. I'll be a czar if thats what it takes. Make a kingdom around some lake. (U know what?) Maybe I could get a fuckin tent! Everyone very content. In white shorts and NiKe headbands, slightly unkempt. YES!! U could all take the punch, Very nice! Drink to the day we call Satan for ice. Ah, nobody smilin, Run for the tent, its raining Valium. Insane and, mind u, I could still explain everything sane people do, But I dont give a FUCK about U in a caring way. Staring way past u guys, Rock, rock on, I need to get some ass. If anyone minds, just send me an email and I'll reply. Thanks! till fadeout.....