Poison pen Trapped in the pitfall of insanity, condition bad as hell Noneed for a jigsaw, there’re no bars in a padded cell I’d died inside for a lost cause like mujahideens Wishes of leaving this world bombed to smithereens Walking the very slums, mentality of a fallen angel Eating crumbs, looking up in the food chain in hatred It’s an ice age, but I rock a metal grill with razor fangs Worst fears confirmed, better drop the pills and land With the intensity of three suns, I’m going after peons After watching re-runs of bad shows going on for eons Sick of it all, voices telling me to blow off kneecaps Eating chunks of raw flesh like a PCP relapse MCs are tongue less, DJs are armless, hip hop is dead Did it out of pity and leaved messages dripping in red You all soldiers, major disappointments, so live it up There is no aftermath to a last laugh, so give it up Devour all with oil and lights up the match, here catch Have mercy, giving the privilege to start from scratch Skulle bli så jävla tacksam om nån kunde ge mig ordentlig kritik. Peace