Meet your fate

[Verse 1 Pimpstress] My click picks your pockets, splits tha profits, choose the targets, and take out the garbage, Fill tha cartridge, more lead than Zepplin, tryin not to step in the blood I left em' in. Wrestlin with withdrawls got me sippin purple medicine, Dead rpesidents movin up like Jeffersons. Lets begin, it began, so begun The story of one who went from girl to woman. From crums to slums, to laced in diamonds. Son by guns that sound like drums. Its no ones fault his life came to a hault, should I open up the vault like I opened up my sliss more. But instead h chose to be another skeleton, I popped his head and his brain looked like gelatin. A defenition of a cursed individual, original, you caint see the invisible.