Follicle

[Verse 1: Infinite Sidd] First of many rappers with a slick tongue, a bitch hung Over his shoulder, never looked colder This a toast to all those who chose to spit Don't sweat, don't stress, we the lonely kids Don't lose your hair over this, just comb the shit Sin, we don't atone to that, tone your skin Look good, feel good, like a million Tell me, how you skin a chameleon when he feeling himself? That's a paradox I think of while me and death in a staring off I fare him a goodbye, reach over and tear his arm off, surprise! Mudafucka [Interlude] His hair falling, wind blowing Skin showing on the pavement Blisters on his knees replacing the hatred He smiles with a grin. Oh hey, hi, how you been? Oh say, Jesus, how you sin? Souls gone, now I'm dead... Now I'm dead