you greet your feature as you gaze into my eyes, like i was jeepers creepers...
...taxasion hits wen you cant sweep 4 meters so your bomb cheats the theaters /1

this dont resolve but indebts us all, my imnitude is through...
...his throat is palmed, like CLUE, murder in this room is true /2

casualties multiply like asains with math mid terms...
like bath with germs, its a competitive remedy but wrath wins firm /3

limbs are prelimbed from structure, yet you reason to plead...
...its him who he wins, as he self defeats cuz its your season to bleed /4

blood is like paint on a canvas in this drastic place...
...i remove my plastic face, give a glimps as i race with a tanastic pace /5

call your self jake the rookie, cuz todays your training day...
...if theres such a thing as satanic eras, im paving ways /6

you gameless faget, duck and hide when its time to toss dykes in crews...
...for you the mic is through, oh and /7

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