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Topic

living in hell

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Checkin in

checkin' in...

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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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Nice..

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I"ve Been Nice..I took a Leap Into My Career and Made it in one Step -Trife!

damn.. no-shows.. here and RBBL

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Damn
An ill verse wasted for nothing

Blunt MC [1-0]
Bipolar666 [0-1]*

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so does that mean I win... and do wins in battle leagues effect our normal records

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