Lyrics:
Flower Basket

suo pensiero Ad uno sol dara! Ah. I am the beautiful shepherdess, who descends every morning, and offers a basket full of fresh fruit and flowers

Roll, I stick a zipcode Tiptoed, before Doc escape row Thirsty, snippin' out a pig nose My Benz too, with wings and 6-0's My flows is North Pole cold

it's just that black, black dirt Expanding outwards just echoes for answers Not that it matters if its back or its forwards Unhappy lovers with baskets of flowers

In my mind I'm a fighter, my heart's a lighter My soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it brighter But arsenic writer, often with arthritis Carpel-tunnel

poison in the ink well Punchline screw your face up like a steak smell Plots so funky Got your nose runny like blow junkie Blacksmith people never go hungry Rappers flow

mad child] Mad child [prevail] Prevail [prevail] Who needs witnesses when my tag's all over the body bag I took prodigy protraction, never the flow with

has a basket full of strawberries I picked them myself along with apples and cherries And lemons and oranges and boogers and limes Plus there's a faygo in there but that's mine Red flowers

a nigga goin mad, they call me mad max A mothafuckin rebel (a crazy ass basket) Punk mothafucka just call me Charles Manson Tear it off bro, (man wit the funk flow

unhappy Baby, don't be sad Better things are coming I swear there's truth in that I'm shooting off the cannons And the clouds begin to flow And the baskets