Watch these words, cycle your eyes in a twisted cinical//
I feel sensible, to the words, unspoken the ones spoke un-lyrical//
Sinicle, man feel drops to the acid im spittin punches like koolaid//
people suprisingly rise to me and say they got better taste//
but im elevatin past the sh*t into better days//
untill the dead raise, and i fly by time and history//
when done, like a slayer i slain and disappear into a mystery//
it all sums up to me, the homicidal mind i contain into my 200 IQ//
When the E- is done u wont need me to say "bud- its all you"// (RIPPED)
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIPPPPED to peices, slice- n through feces, and writing the almost un heard of thesis//
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Be thankful i come slightly less than u want to//
just to tell ya, b*tch where u want me is where i want u//
ANNNNNNNNND u cant stop me, so i penetrate u till u burst to elements//
Compounds, not breakable by science or AI intellegence... Mayne//

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-By Me, Also found on the ZeWall