Uni Verse

My head is in the verse, like the uni when it burst. Scattered senses left me out. Never again will I sprout nonsensical mythos when in doubt. You can travel your own route, not like mines stompin' grounds. You say this and that, but I don't play click the clack. You may have homies that don't know me, and the fools frontin' phonies. They not down, chugg a 40, spit some rounds, put that on me. You seem to be worried, I got nothin' to lose, must be buried. Haters fuss and they flurry, tickle'em down with a flurry. McBought maggots and I'll bash on them faggots. Like a tick, let'em talk, I'll be your wick, light me off. See me flinch, hurry boss, c'mon grinch, hate it off.