Angels crying while hells doing backflips
Global warming's happening, Obama starts rapping
And China's broke, and gay men get accepted
Cudi stops drugs and the governments questions
Answered, that's when I'll be the worse
Or maybe when king tut decides he needs to drops a verse
Scribble curses in my mind, snort lines, plenty time
Opium through my veins, switch lanes, cop syrens
They tryna stop the epic, Floss, hear me speaking
Breaking necks of white women I'm the grim reaper streaking
Proceed to bleeping, the real rappers with a passion
Building up a foundation, bank teller, check the cash in
Jesus said throw the first stone well I'm onyx
Sitting ontop of clifford the red dog, writing phonix
Demolition derby's how you gotta treat the game
Cuz slipping on a verse makes your whole world change
Its insane, I wouldn't know cuz I deliver
Tryna find the crevice and disect it, jack the ripper
Make sure they hear us, and if not tune louder
My bars stink heavy, a sweaty bum smoking sour
I'm on it I'm the key, kite plus the long string
Electrify your world, ear drums, what you think
Light bulb in my mouth, my adams don't have a family
Fathom thee, uncle fester flow, what's normality
Sad to see rappers following formalities
I'll kill you in a second that's the opposite of casualty

Mixtape can be downloaded at iFloss.bandcamp.com