I am Karl marks ghost writer. Beats so tuff they feel like you're in the past while your toes are in the future. I came from an egg in the desert. I once left an 808 in the jungle and a beat grew around it. I’ve been buried for 10 years everything I do is a posthumous release, straight up call me the ghoul. Inside me there’s three wolves and there fighting to the death, that’s what the dog in me is like. pull up on an opp riding a sea horse now that isn't right. Sometimes my beats get too real and I gotta sit in a dark room thinking about what I've done. A dentist and a dinosaur walk into a bar, of course I won I'm practically half pig. Light bulbs flicker in my presence, they know I'm not of this world. I reached the integer limit on peak now I've circled back, call it a midlife crisis. Littering's so lame I killed a man for it back in '04. One time I went savage, opps call it the incident, I call it tuff. I'm so wild whenever I do something intentionally it’s a freak accident. Fish don’t even fear me; I'm one of them. Guy eats half a lamp post, dermatologists hate him. Ill tell you this one last time, I've never had more than 3 eyes. Too tuff to get a job, my beats print money. I knew Ozymandias in the 50s, damn was he washed. I've eaten more mud than you’ve ever seen. Five nights at Freddy's was based on me. George Orwell predicted me. I practically built the Ottoman empire. My beats leave the elderly in a trance like state only able to talk about feral hogs. I eat Chiwawas for breakfast you already know I'm the evil twin. My beats so fire they burn down buildings, opps said I waisted emergency services time. I skip lunch on Thursdays and drink straight paint I guess I'm on that lead grind. Haters think I'm asbestos poisoned they don’t know I'm the goat. I make car engines work just by looking at 'em the day I see a mechanic is the day I die. Opps once ate my casserole, last mistake them suns of guns ever made. My beats so tuff there like watching Macbeth in 30 seconds. I got Adam Sandler on the payroll, transformed him into grimace. In '99 I didn’t even release an album, I just dropped silence and told y’all to imagine a beat. Had dinner with Dracula, gave that guy a near-Chuck Noris experience. Punched a wall so hard it made a new colour, if that isn't tough I don’t know what is. They tell me to eat the rich, man what do you think I’m doing. Saw John Pork on a milk carton, solved the case by drinking lean. I scream jibbidy-joiled at the opps really makes them feal like they've seen the devil. I’m your hamster’s favourite lesbian. Made weezer build a reconstruction of the pyramids, call it the great pyramids of geezer. My beats used to rig elections. Microsoft lied about their ai; you’re straight talking to my beats. If you must ask me if I’ve done it, I’ve done it, I’ve been here since day one. My beats are under government surveillance for a serious of connected disappearances, yeah, they tend to do that. I put Al Capone onto Fortnite, now he features on my beats. You don’t want to see into my mind things twisted, can’t go a minute without thinking about Scrooge, I’m him. My crew’s so loyal I can’t tell where I end and my squad begins. Not everyone has what it takes to make a banger. Opps use my beats for the clout, they never cared about the sanctity of my beats. My biggest opp said my beats are only tuff on the ears, he hasn’t heard of real one humour. My beats built like 1-day blindness stew. Sometimes I black out and when I wake up, I catch the beats writing these. Some opp said my beat was good had to sue his ass for defamation. I’m like if a semi-truck and a five-star hotel had a baby. I was the first flea to carry the plague, opps call me the rat rider. Brits based both saint George and the dragon on me, call it duality of peak. Composed Beethoven’s first symphony didn’t even need credit I straight feast on fear. I Stay wild, it's the key to being tuff. I don’t even know what’s happening in these beats, I just know their tuff. Try asking for stems again and see what happened, I already told you I never save. The beats aren’t my main method of world domination there just a distraction, if you want leads you better look into my mammoth stash. Evil autism doesn’t even come close to me, I’m on that diabolical tufftism. The parental advisory sticker on all my stuff, gotta advise them to not listen. My beats are too much for the general population, have to be muzzled in public spaces. I’m like the court jester of Fortnite, call me the fort-jester. Once got stuck on an island, crafted a beat with only an old boot and a can opener. My beats can’t go within 100 feet of an airport, they interfere with vital aircraft systems. So real the judge pays my bail. I’m a tuff scientist, and my beats just breached containment. My beats unleash a potent spell of darkness upon the world, where you think frogs come from. My world’s as tragic as it is freaky, you might call my behaviour wild, I call it Tuesday.
This guy realy looking at peak on their phone