Wat up...im ShorteRoc....Im new here...Figure i'd drop something...See how you feel....


The chair squeeks the deadly song as he rocks in the vintage chair//

Sent from another place...But needless to say evil has found its way here//

Soft melodies he hums...Sounds like something he's not//

Like most people in this world...This man is missing a heart//

Pupils are black...He is blind to all that he creates//

Sitting in a chair the sound of joy and happiness is was he awaits//

No life in its eyes...His strenth is something we lack//

A knife in his hand.. strikes the air....10 kids across the country get struck in the back//

Lets out deadly gases through his dark echoed laughter//

The air passes through countries and finds its way to a sick widows daughter//

A weeks later a open casket is held and to our suprise guess who we see//

The same evil in the chair but now the evils in me//

Power hungrey... i look deep but feel nothing for this girl//

I sold my thought to the devil and in exchange i got the world//

Take my thought back...Its too bad that i couldnt//

On second thought pay backs a bitch...Give it back...HA!..Hell Nah I Wouldnt//