My rhymes when their written still appeal to illeterates
Every little bit of all the shit i spit is infinite
The number of people I've broken and chopped into pieces
Is endless like the number of posthumorus Tupac releases
Deceased but still breathing through a feeding tube artificially
Doomed to a life of blinking and twitching incoherently
Cheery screeching down the freeway into a searing pain
Freezing rain, speeding through the angst by smoking Mary Jane
In moderation I can be taken without serious complications
As long as it's at a ration level that doesn't cause chest pain
Vainly trying to retain memories I need to sustain
In order to quell the pain that's plainly driving me insane
Inane, going the wrong way down the wrong lane
Leading the cops on a high speed chase through multiple states
Facing felony charges, from grand theft auto to larceny
I know I'm going to hell so someone's coming along with me

(written to the Hellbound beat)

come on don't sleep on this

decent drop...lyrical content couldda been better n ya structure needs work. mentioning pac in that context tho.......not cool. neva eva eva do shit like that cuz cats out here'll give u tha least respect on dis site. respect & power's wut it's all about. once u get used 2 everything shit'll be almost natural...check out tha tutorials n elevate and MAYBE.......MAYYYYYYBE one day u can try out for Emericas Finest.....1

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