I'm Back

I've got murking on my mind

Two tens a twelve subwoofer will chauffeur you
To my museum your mausoleum shrine of my grind

I'm not about to come up off my friends

I have none tf Im thinking
Fucking lost my mind

So at the funeral looking at these twisted beats

They telling me RM how could you do me like this
Rhyme us all to sleep

Two tens a twelve subwoofer will chauffeur you
To my museum your mausoleum a shrine of my grind

I look them in wave and tell them I did not deceive

I hate to portray a prophet my heart was made to beat

In the end we all die an cease to
The cycle hits repeat
Please be consoled I won't shoot you left to right

These other ones will do you like Pac shoot you on the right

I'm not like these suckers at least u see me wave

I have respect I do u right
Have these people play you all night plus fucking day

I'm different stroking last name Day no I do not play in the PGA

Goodnight to you my friend rebirth next time I fucking say

I've got murking on my mind