ima renegade...

You see ma..my inner sinner finna fill up tech with a magazine, watching foes all frozen like a manne-quin,
man'll scheme about holding hammers..
aint no passion you dearly departed pardon my part in this,
as an artist I been fire since the days of an arsonist,
changing my position, my tradition is cartilage-cracking,
these chicken wing-ed finger licking women are packing,
im happy to sit a savage while they service my package,
erect or flaccid they sucking, im giving thumbs like future,
they popping xannies and mollies, but molly's options are cuter,
Im chilling ina state of zoning, im thinking home and,
im drinking liquor by the litre, sweeter swishes keep me golden...