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Birthday: 03/22
Schizophrenic thoughts spin around my mind sorta like rotisserie Spittin this wicked ministry to the beat of this rebeck's symphony, with a sin for me Separated by 6 degrees of greed for centuries And hatred engulfs my sensories like hallow screams from penitentiaries This perpetuus cycle of depression intention remains bottomless Even my psychologist said suicide may be the only option out of this And while the name prozak and insane seem to sustain synonyms One half of me wants to engage in the fame while the other half subsides monogamously A vigilantly that sends deadly packages through the mail Confusing law enforcement agencies cause I write death threats in brail With somewhat of a God complex sending the Arabs to the depths of hell I warned you, you were for warned, now witness like horns unveiled I'm taking you on a hell ride so grab those safety belts and fasten 'em Through the screams of tortured souls and eternal flames crackling Refusing to reap what you sow and wanna stop this all from happening This madness will continue until all of strange' goes platinum
Everybody start lockin their windows and doors, Chino might get in It's like light-ning, how I'm strikin a triflin rifleman Bullets flyin up and I'm numbin the bum, like it's Vicodin So much metal in his spine, he could get rich from the recycling! (yeah!) Chino be curdlin blood, don't get burned from the buzz I speak with conviction, like what Da Brat just heard from the judge Bludgeon no love, industry hate me yo I'd rather hear Hannah Montana, than half of you rappers on the radio! Startin drama with Chino, God forbid Auction my lyrics on eBay, that's God for bid Problem is lyric Jesus is more than a man with a sick delivery, like I drive a coroner van (damn) I'm demented, spittin writtens as sick as I can Grenade grippin, fittin to detonate Disneyland I am teachin Sickology, try to follow how every punch line hits Like Chris Brown's fist in the face of Rihanna
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