' One Man Army '
 

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My restless brain is tired, concience~is~weak body throbbin, I stopped~in~my~feet, strugglin... stumblin' ready to drop~to~my~knees //
No.. A warrior continuez... does not~give~up~with~ease... No stoppin me until I cannot~breath... I stay leading the way until I cannot~see //
Watch~me... No one or nothing can Drop~me, I wont give way... Im rushin~at~Top~speed, no matter how much i want it I do not~sleep //
Jobz never half assed or slop~py, plageriezed or cop~ied, Get in my way~or~stop~me then the rage~comes~toppling then the guage~starts~popping //
I put the chrome barrels to your face so you Taste~my~shotti... Leave your mangled corpse torched, you lay~on~ya~face~disgraced~and~rotting //
You lay on the sidewalk surrounded in chalke that Traced~yah~body, I continue my way while the bodies Stay~dropping, Ima soldier, the one man Made~army //

how many fuckin om's you drop lol...

I keyStyle Alot .. cause I'm practically bored =]