Yo,I cant call it,
disorder becomes disorderly distorted,
and deviously,
my plan is falling,
lyrics stalling,
they just dun wanna jump the gun,
i flip scripts and impose hoes as lady-go's,
always or never knows?
gun metal,or the accelerator pedal,
indelibly incredible,
cant remove the smoothe moves by this lyrical twist,
catching rhymes like the dream catcher,
catchin dreams,
yet it never seems to be,
or does it?
i cant call it,so never touch it.