Intruding memories lead me to the hennesey
throws reality to its knees
causes brains to bleed

Im sick of fatalities
Im sick of reality
Im sick of society
Im sick of sobriety
Im sick of pro-b
starin at me
drinkin green tea from gnc
wanna fuck with me?

Your goin over a bridge with slit wrists and bricks tied to your
legs you look better dead in red
I attack situations like Judge Dread
Only running from the feds with a towel on my head
Shootin little kids

But wait lets get back to reality and real fatalities
made by....
hold up, turn the page its the next phaze of your mind trapped in a cage
released by rage on paper im a forsaker to this place of hate
someone hand me a coke plate.

This was coolness, just make ya piece longer next time still good though 1..