Time for me to make my debut.....
12cent....you know who I am


My words have been put through the fires in hell/
and came back more alive/
but more demented then cells/
infested with satan embryos and some herpes as well/
might as well tell you the entire truth/
my lyrics are might as hell/
Shit! they're still in the booth/
I had them caged and in a straight jacket for two/
but they probably chewed/
and rapped their way out of that too/
The sky is no limit for these diseased pumped word demons/
They pry even from three ringed ink pads in the form of exorcisms/
only one way to defeat these elitle freaks/
is to create a way to trap them into a beat/
nahh...thats to hard/
I let out a relinquished squeak/
then i begin to think/
that humans are just too weak/
lyrics send out a message that process before we blink/
words contain a breach/
which lyrics link in between/
Its own brand of DNA, flipped backwards A-N-D/
which signals lyrics to continue forever dementedly/


peace....