This is my steam profile. There are many like it, but this one is mine.

Fake ♥♥♥♥♥♥ get flipped
In mic fights I swing swords and cut clowns
♥♥♥♥ is too swift to bite you record and write it down
I flow like the blood on a murder scene, like a syringe
On some wild out ♥♥♥♥, to insert a fiend
But it was your op the shop stolen art
Catch a swollen heart from not rolling smart
I put mad pressure, on phony wack rhymes that get hurt
♥♥♥♥'s played like zodiac signs on sweatshirt
That's minimum, and feminine like sandals
My minimum table stacks a verse on a gamble
Energy is felt once the cards are dealt
With the impact of roundhouse kicks from black belts
That attack, the mic-fones like cyclones or typhoon
I represent from midnight to high noon
I don't waste ink, ♥♥♥♥♥ I think
I drop megaton bombs more faster than you blink
Cause rhyme thoughts travel at a tremendous speed
Clouds of smoke, of natural blends of weed
Only under one circumstance that's if I'm blunted
Turn that ♥♥♥♥ up, my clan in the front want it