I fucking opened the link, and it said Due Sunday, I figured that was this sunday coming up, so I start keystyling, then I try to post it and it says Closed

So Im posting it here, cause it is hard shyt

Jesus please forgive me for my sins, before I’m released from my breath/
I released the wrong coward from his soul when I released the hollows from my Tek/
I memorized that song 24 hours, and played it on my tape deck/
And now this shit is really happening, and my lives been a wreck/
Turns up the song
DMX: I got 24 hours to live!
Thinks
OH SHIT, what did I do, I can’t save my fucking soul/
And I approached a lot of opportunities to reach my fucking goals/
AND I’VE FAILED even though I tried to uphold/
All the good teachings I’ve had, but there was hate in my mold/
GOD YOU MADE ME THIS WAY/
No you didn’t, IT WAS MY FAULT I STRAYED/

NOW I GOT 24 HOURS 24 HOURS!

I got 24 hours to live, before I’m not breathing/
I’m gonna fuck a lot of women and get rid of a lot of Semen/
So that I can at least have a next of kin, I hope he’s not a Demon/
And I hope he’s not a drug addict, would hate to watch him fenin/
I got 20 hours to live before I’m through/
I’m chillin with my supposed homies sippin a 40 or two/
Thinkin about those old thug times only half of us knew/
Because we got a lot more members now, but still not much of a crew/
I got 18 hours to live, and I done sold all my stuff/
And I’m chillin in the most expensive nightclub, livin it up/
Payin more for drinks than I paid for my rent/
Within a couple hours I’ve spent the last of my cents/
I got 16 hours to live; I’m on the street/
Fucking up a couple boys that thought they had beef/
That thought they could creep/
To let em know I’m not a bitch, before I’m laid down to sleep/
I got 14 hours to live, and a dream/
Fuck a professional team/
I’m recording a CD in a pay booth, and entitled it gleam/
With my own version of 24 hours, and I’m lettin off steam/
I got 12 hours to live, and I’m changing my clothes/
And sitting on the floor of my apartment, looking at pictures of hoes/
Remember the time I could fuck, just for striking a pose/
And went player style with my first love, white suit and a rose/
I got 10 hours to live, and I put on my last 2 tears/
One for that coward and one for myself, cracking a beer/
Got another tattoo and labeled it fear/
Because there’s none in my heart, but it always is near/
I got 8 hours to live, and it’s like I’m countin by 2’s/
I’m draining away the last of my time with each thing that I do/
I called up all my family, and told em I loved em, and they love me too/
Asking me how I’m doin, check the news tomorrow, to see what is new/
I got 2 hours to live, and I’m sittin on the corner of my block/
With a blunt and a glock/
All my Thugs in they houses watchin the clock/
I see a car stroll up, roll down the window and stop/
I GOT 0 HOURS TO LIVE, WE BOTH BUST/
I CATCH A COWARD IN HIS HEAD, THEY CATCH ME IN THE GUTS/
I’M BLACKIN OUT FAST, SCREAMIN LORD… HEAL MY CUTS!/
I’M STILL BLASTIN, BUT THE LORD HAS HAD ENOUGH!/

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We gather here today to mourn the passing of Albert Mlynski, A.K.A OnSlaught… may he rest in peace eternally in the green pastures of Heaven, Amen.