Disorda : My words
 

Sup all, this is to eminems role model instrumental. wrote this a while back, will find audio version and post link soon....


Im a cannibal like the muther fucker hannibal, i eat u alive, chew ya like an animal,
my words are a virus and i cant control like a muther fucking handgun cocked and loaded.
once youve heard them thats just it, ur a lyrical junkee hooked like an addict, taking pills in the mornin and again at night,
im like a stick o fucking dynamite and i might just light this fuse and ignite,
blow the whole world say good night,
put a noose round my neck and turn out my lights,
the pain inside the recess of my mind is like god dam muther fuckin one of a kind and i find that threw the progress of time, tears start fallin out my dilated eyes, lies and truth baby truth and the lies i stand here now as myself no disguise,
its so damn hard but i sit down and try, to be some before i lay down and die,
my words are my future my rhymes the key to open this door standing locked in front of me.
i dont know how the fuck i make tunes such as these but i just blurt them out with such-a-fucking ease like the capture of bagdad in the middle east, check me out preaching like a muther fucking priest, as i rise through the shadows like the devils beast

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-chorus-
my words are my future my rhymes the key to open this door standing locked in front of me, i scream out words like a fucking banshee, but in the end its only me.
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my words are weapons like a 7 forty 7,
used by osama on the 9th of eleven,
coming out the skies in a reign of fire,
toppling over the two twin towers,
i aplogise for rapping about this shit but i see it everyday so i take the piss,
havnt u ever wondered how sick life is, people killin people, kids killing kids,
thats why rap turns out like this, they feed us the shit we need to end up rich,
but if i release this i bet ill get bitched at laughed get shot end-up-in-a-bodybag, but you see all im doing is reporting these events like the muther fucking bbc news at ten,
if u think im evil then wot about them i mean how much damage can i do with a pen?
i thank the law for freedom of speech cos without id be unable to preech,
held back like a dog on a leash with a muzzle on my mouth so i couldnt use my teeth.

chorus (above)

my names disorder my timers turned on
seconds ticking down like a fuckin time bomb
as i sit here waiting to explode
screaming out my rhymes so all u fucker know
that iv arrived and im never gonna go
like boston george in that film called blow.
im never gonna stop ill rise the top
now the door in front of me is finally unlocked
iv got insain, lost my brain like a fucking alcoholic who forgot his name,
sleeping in the drain, shit runnning through his muther fucking veins.
im gonna do this all by myself and if u dare to doubt me go to fucking hell,
my words ring out like a god damn bell and if they offend then well o well


sorry bout the layout im a little trashed :P
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- Disorda (whiteboy!)

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