You Gotta Post Tha Rhymes That You Wrote To Tha "Hell On Earth" Instrumental

Yo, I loose~control cause the food~for~souls ~I Spit~
Is full~with~goals..... you dudes~console my ~Tight Scripts~
I'm too Grimmey~for~your~spirits
A Ghostwriter~engineerin' the most Tightest~of~the~lyrics
most likely~not~appearin'
on the props of the rhymes~that~you~hearin'
cause all their minds~do~is~fear~it
they're too close-minded for conceptual~textin'
but they'll be open to accept homosexual~weddings
How's That? I'll out-rap anybody~on~tha~net
battle them and leave their many~bodies~in~the~thread
with only one subject~in~their~mind
and that'll be a burnin' object~from~the~nine......
Hell On Earth