Autopsy Mitch Darrell (Ft. Selah the Corner)

[Chorus: Mitch Darrell]
Open up ya mind like an autopsy
Know the truth might burn like it’s hot coffee
Don't take it as a joke when I’m knock Knocking
Ima still be cookin when ya crock pot ding
I’m not not mean with the raps I know
I’m hot boxing when I brag I know
That's gassin myself up, blow my own smoke
I ought not boast when I rhyme I know

[Verse 1: Mitch Darrell]
I know my lyrics all come from the Spirit
I’ll spit a dope verse then freeze when I hear it
Like how did I write that, yo did I bite that?
Nah that's God, ain't another pen near it

Only sleep on my stomach cuz I’ll never back down
And its bars like that why they think I’m class clown
But I told yall Rap Should Be Fun that's facts
This Recess, bell rings I won't come back

Spit like I'm takin a DNA test
Ya tеam fulla scrubs, like CNA dress
And my favorite duo is mе n a check
No Nike I shoot hope you be in a vest