Will of fortune

i put dots on niggas call em freckles leave em bleedin out the chest call that heartfelt/ blood in my felt tips as i scribbles on these walls black smith how bars i smelt/ im that shit wat y'all aint smelt? i comes out strange no matter how em cards is dealt/ yerp im always joker, demented on the flow belong in an asylum locked up/ abusin the wall ima keep bustin till the ish get knocked up/ n start birthin retard babies who ain't bother to spit jus drool on beats/ and keep em fans comin neva goin like tongues on clits/ lol and they aint kick it they punt like they rockin cleats/ i jus fiddles wit keyboard n out come riddles grips the few i free for free now b4 i peddles/ to multiply my ratios cause im convinced my flows gone be ten speeds/ foresee winnings thats 10 fold call em my wheels of fortune/