| Ice Pick |
09-27-04 11:27 PM |
Consequences Of A MultI Murder
replace the mishaps wit sick raps, stick wacks on my penis like a dick wrap, so get lift back, insert six tacks in ya brain, n leave a big map, pimp smack ya face and leave ya bitch trapped, wit a slit back, and a thick gash, across her fore head, used forcepts and left her on the floor dead, next to four steps as more sweat dripped down my face as i saw red, hoped in the corvette, haven't closed the door yet, looked back, realized i left suttin at the drawer bed, still awoken choped her wit a hand blade, my man made, a mistake so you can say, we ran a planned raid, of her house took her tanned shades, threw em in the garbage along with her land scapes, we can't wait, thought it was a grand day, but left with band aids, with my maynaoise on her own body near her damn legs
Sirens explode, and im high in the zone, when i pass away, am i dYIn alone, for sins i commited, while I'm lying at home, i sit and think, am i cryin who knows, look up in the sky, see a burst of glare, am i the first to stare, at the worst whos there, or take a curse of dares, with me till my thrist is scarce, facing the verse of scares, throught my entire lifetime, i write rhymes, to kill people who aren't in their right minds, just like me, insanity demanded me to be branded frantically, handleing bodys so scantilly and doin it rampidly, wheeew this was a quick one and you thought you could dismanlte me, you not on the same level fuck so forget about handlin me, cause i just crushed you got killed easily
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