Yeah, yeah, yah!

Full of spite and spikes
Load me up
Open Black holes to your soul
Close it shut
I just wanna grow my hair back
I made bad decisions
You were at the forefront

This a Jimmy C diss song
I was pissed on and shitted on
Right under the toilet bathing in filth
Lust demons crept out my mind and threw a kilt
Skirted off shortly for skirts to the fucking hilt
Had me bumping banks, thanks for the bank account tank
I spent bread on a pigeon with high rank
Still a pigeon
Confused as an eagle
Owl of life and death got 360 on a needle
Feeble minded sugar rush your sweet and low equals out to creeping hoe
Short of accurate labels you cast for the soul
Life time of scrolls
That’s what you wanted
Every speaker system you plugin into is haunted
I gave into it
Paid my price
Kept my life
No device Of Indecisive vibrations with men or mice
Let God grant me peace and wisdom
I forgive you keep your anger
You just live your life with peace
Bring me back to a stage of manger
And I wrote this on your birthday
And I wrote this on your birthday
And I wrote this on your birthday
My misdirection of the true Queen was the flaw in the first place