a ruthless mc i make violent scenes/
only through your wildest dreams/
you see me making silence scream/
and redeem souls like a lyrical grim reaper/
while ya cleaning rugs, they call me the street sweeper/
a dluzional mind rhymes with a sense of pride/
the only sense i got, is sensing society deprives/
and act so suprised by knives pierced into there wives chest/
stupid enough to go to afghanistan without a bullet proof vest/
and test if they got any guns/
while osama chasing me and im smoking anthrax into my lungs