some shit i threw together peep it




i raise-ma-spirits wit a page-of-lyircs, ma rage-is-fearless//
against scenes forseen that i was born-deemed to have torn-dreams//
now tha war-seems to be endless as i beckon new contendaz//
commit deaths so horrendous im leaven armies men-less//
fuck friendships, i dont rap bout gettin stabbed-in-da-back//
i rap cause im tha baddest,-its-a-fact, tha maddest-when-I-blast//
so run and grab-at-cha-macks and meet me at ma pad-in-da-back//
so you can add-to-tha-stacks of bodies compiled in several-separate-iles//
unda several-levels-of-tiles possessed by several-devils-so-vile//
its maken exorcism look like-prayer, i always see that tha lights-there//
but fuck death, i neva fight-fair, i live unda tha nights-care//
protected by my knifes-glare, come home when these knives-are-red//
i dont know how many lives-been-shed but i always strive-ahead//
ma words will be spoken whether im alive-or-dead, i live on a dirty-slate//
im burning-faith cause offendaz like me aint got a worthy-case//
ma crimes started at an early-age and when i die ill fall through that trap door at pearly-gates//