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I could make a earth shake, I'm your mistake,
skinny dipping and Camp Crystal Lake.
I feel like Rob Zombie, my are morbid,
like I in his house of a thousand corpses.
Put on a page, could shatter a ribcage,
crush you and anyone listen's to rage,
a vision of rage, like swimming with great whites.
mics, step up and feel the break tight.
I like to show some decency,
but music brings out the beast in me.
It's an misfit, so why risk it?
''cause this will leave a large imprint.
It's an instant classic, if not then it's to it.
You disagree you don't know music.
Most emcees that when it's time to write,
got nothing to say, like a deaf man with writers block.
It's an animalistic so fuck your friends think.
I wonders with the pen's ink.
So what's a from your favourite artist?
If it aint Dead Celeb then probably garbage.

Long time coming, 15 in the making,
finally come, but my lungs are acheing.
Watch how I make the bleed,
strangle the music 'till it breathe.
On whole, words are the life support.
me the song dies. Without me then it's lifeless.
Without me I'm just fucking rapper with a crisis,
and a collection of songs being rich.
a big chain, it pushed you in the only which it ### thought containment.
We call it entertainment and you love it or hate it.
You could turn it up, or turn it off, or just it.
There's just too stakes to regard it, all of them.
And they are starving and feed off of music.
Walking zombies who to follow,
some can spit, but most swallow.

I was always that Rabbit seized the moment.
why I write with emotion.
Sing 'til i blood, sing for the hopeless,
sing my lungs give out, and my throat closes.
That's my ambition, to turn heads like a street magician.
David Blaine paying attention.
It's the main attraction, the premier.
Dead I thought I made it perfectly clear,
that i would not down or stumble.
I just pace, back and forth, a lion inside of a jungle.
This is my me and a mic go together,
like Robert Junior and cocaine.
I'm an addict, I got a bad habit,
of making the best emcees seem average.
I'm just savage. I'm than you bargain for.
That's why I hold the mic up my arm and soar.

Lyrics are I'm more than a hurricane,
and when I'm on it I'm more than a great shark.
When I'm I'm ###.
And I don't any of these rappers causing me boredom.
I kick a hole in the speaker once I'm recording.
And my cuts sooner, cuts a chainsaw in Texas.
I got a face and fatal weapons.
me rip the flesh from the beat
Skin it alive and hang a from his feet.
''cause inside I'm and dingy,
Donnie Darko was trapped within me.
I'm starving like the of Harlem.
and a that became with a ring like golem.
My precious, we you, quick.
We need you like Dead Blood Music.
And I'm a scriptling from hell.
I'm hungry like when cannabis first Darnel.
I've come to rock down, you as my pumps.
I this to new heights like suicide jumps.
You live once, ### hunts.
And I get bloody, like the time of the month, bitch.
For that can't spell, it's Y-A-S,
the dangerous letters in the alphabet.
''cause facing me is like speaking in Thailand,
there's really no point, blindfolding a blind man.
DCS are the initials, for who got issues,
for kids who back like pitbulls.
You battle? Check my win column.
I got two middle fingers with your name on them. What?!