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		Hell... is this where I am...?// 
Hell... six six six, livin' in this firey land.// 
perspiring sweat drips down my neck, torture and torment.// 
in the worst way, my vocal cords bent, can't present my sentiments.// 
my thoughts stuck in my brain, gaining hate, maintaining state.// 
nothing you could throw my way could ever change me.. I'm great.// 
stuck in this place, wasting away for eternity, never thought I'd prey..// 
someone please murder me, so I can turn a leaf, and maybe achieve ammunity.// 
leave this dark community, fuck the under-ground, main-stream is where I'm soon ta be.// 
heaven for any new emcee, but until-then I'm in hades stuck with this computer geek.// 
Bi-polar stuck here like satan glued his feet.// 
molten lava flows de-construct faith down to fear of this beat.// 
instillin' delerious speech, gothic text burns, searing with heat.// 
nearing defeat.. not blunt-mc, no matter the dilema I can over come it with ease.// 
I'll-enta tha gates, look the devil dead in the face.// 
then give him an enima with glass shardes and mace, add a pinch of salt, not for the taste.// 
so it'll set his rectum-a blaze like disolving a case of gasolene in his colan like anal aids.// 
KA-BOOM!! laced with shrappnel and flames, an' eruption like mt. St.Hellans came late.// 
leavin' dybuk lay'n slay'n with a fate more sadistic than Curt Cobains.// 
hurt, lacerated veins rearing this pain, sendin' it to the back of my brain.// 
it's of the essence, it's presence only felt if I believe it and let it.// 
mentil anguish seems to never let up, revel in this levle to peddle a head-fuck.// 
everyone's dead but, their souls transcend life like bullets trancend the barrels of guns.// 
perilous cost to tear from this spot, scared of un-fair gods who impailin' ya walk.// 
stoppin' you in ya tracks, injure ya raps and leave 'em paralysed like vertebra cracked.// 
I'm commin' like a blunt outta hell, not slit and twisted, this philly's packed.// 
I got satanic scriptures straight from the source, un-like benzino they all black.// 
shady, make you think I'm crazy, keep you craving these tracks I'm making.// 
taking it back, forsake then repent, maybe get sent to the pearly gates at last.// 
or is my fate to stay latched in this hell hole until the final battle of good and evil.. here comes the "rap-ture".// *rap-tour 
		
	
		
		
		
		
			
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