A love song for spitting 'til your lungs pop
For uprock rhymes the second that the drums drop
On weekends got me sleeping upright at truck stops
Dumb chops while still in bed clothes, the buck stops
When the sets finished, the business begins
They're messing with the door split lets witness the spin
And then begin to bend the pen to wins when blended
With the word of mouth its kept in the wind until the end
