Presence

It's always in the back of the mind I'm counting it up
The racks are just fine I’m bouta get fucked
That ass is divine we’re bout to erupt
The passion design her hour is up
I’m back to get mine you have to consign
Encountered the power and now you found out
What the raps will define it’s classic I seen it
The masses will feed it exactly I read shit
Don’t ask for no free shit you pass it I seize it
I act like I’m decent rap like a bastard
And laugh at your weakness grab and slapping asses
With the passion of Jesus I pass on the preachers
The last and I’m leaving I’ve asked for my reason
I passed on the afterlife after I squeezed it
It’s sad but I need it I had to receive it
Now I’m glad to be the bad guy laughing and screaming