some more bs off my mind im bent so its all good


pyschos runnin thourgh my brain
thoughts derailed like a run away train
only way to stay sane do what they say
slay strangers who drive jeep wranglers
and rob wendy's drive thru managers
imagine the anger and danger of a renegade
solider doing what the voices told him
take hits and keep rolling never quitting or folding
all to achevie the staus in his dreams
to reign supreme as the illest emcee
wit bundles of cream and covers of the illest
magizines being worshipped my masses of teens
who have the same dream as him as i but at night i try to sleep
but the voices start to creep my mind is in shit 12 feet deep
i need to get up the stength to cancel the thoughts
but all hope is lost its getting colder i can feel the frost
gotta win at all costs voices want my brain in puddle of sauce
so now im forced to do the worst cut the mic off at the source
nomore line in im bnet and this is where im letting my rhymes end