There's a million ways to settle, off the top, not even counting other timelines and existences.

Shit, technically I guess they infinite.

"Hombre" transitions into "bitch" or "sissy la la" a lot quicker than you'd think it can

Oh no, not me! Not I!

I'm God's perfect little prophet with my pockets light

Rockin' a Glock and pocket knife.

You know me, I heal like Wolverine, and I don't die...

I don't know why...

I just know God's not a "for no reason" type of guy

Oh no, not me! Not I!

Some big-dick Tyler with my hat crooked

Yo, just "skip track", you can relax, bruh.

No one cares why you say the wild shit you say

It ain't mysterious or cool; just overplayed.

Sick is the season for love/ lick is the means to the plug/these women ain't givin' it up?/(No, bitch, I mean with a gun)/Police need to keep in the cut//Haven't they taken enough? Haven't we paid em a bunch? Really they needed MY cut? AND they expect a free lunch?/Used to think Yahuah hated my guts... well, way to be dumb////Demons have weighted me down/ even admittedly now/way to be proud/ Devil said, "Steven I'm waiting to see if you're down"/ evil abound// All I'm applyin' to get, is even with the creepy-crawly creatures who sleep beneath the lion's den/ their features////are nearly forgotten pieces of dreams I seen in my innocence/ Eerily haunting screeches and screams that I live and breathe against//Fentanyl ending no pain/ Fentanyl just a rug I can sweep all the pain under/ methamphetamine the same, 'except I thinker/ Amphetamines give my brain thunder////Could I have written this rhyme without it?/ No--I'd have written one people enjoy,well/Ego make art go cloudy when all you feed it is beans on these pieces of foil// Evil is hard to doubt when all that you see is for sure how fuckin' up royal/ stuck in the deep/ in a bucket of chum/ where your love is the blood/ motherfuck if you loyal////

Don't look at me, I tried!

You'd think integrity's a virus the way we avoid it

(It's ya boy, kid!)

Bout' to take a boxcar away form wherever cops are

And fade to grey in lights and white noises

Don't follow my lead, cuz' I'm blind!

I'm like a "5", I don't vibe with the status quo, I got no discernible drive...

Of course you get to know me, you see that, that ain't the whole me

Just the old "me" trying hard not to die

In walk a new kind of wolf

Skinwalkers do it the most

Hit with the grip of a new kind of cold

Soon as we crossed

Over the limits the city forgot

Closer to home

Weight of the world

Weight of the air

Say "hey" to the GOAT

Taylor played the part of matriarch greatest, her face don't betray that she hate it the most////

"Do it, Cucuy, bad bitch ain't afraid of no ghosts!", she be sayin, with bass in her voice./

Things is, miss thang don't be sayin' that other days, that bitch, it happens, afraid of the most.//

My crew be cool in a pinch/ some of em' great in the clutch/ others maybe not so much//Everyone have they own strength/ Everyone have a shortcoming that make em' feel stuck//// Life can be pain (yo I know it)/ When life gives you dirt in the rain: make adobe//What good is a game if it's no-win for no one/ So Go on and go if you goin'/

I'm Rocket-- who's askin'??////

Finally all of my poems will stop bein' trash/ That isn't self-loathing/ I know when these opiates block my receptors that any creative endeavors will crash// Speaking of that/ Probably wholely conducive to what I'm unfolding/ I take this cute booty/ reboot its whole ass/ Fellowship, I'm on that Tolkien path////Since my awakening, any old day can bring Mayhem or Magic or Pagan or Profit/ My aim isn't off/ I see shapes in the static/ I see what you can't in the vapor, so duck and don't panic////Oh no, not me, that's not mine!

I've seen some grimy motherfuckers claim the gain, but can't account for the crime//

Seep into the game thinking it's fuckin' GTA 5/Buncha guns, hundred lives, frontin' on that hustla vibe////Up, down, up, down, R1, left, right/ man I could die/can you even