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
"I'll get the mexicans to fuck up Xzibit again if he don't pimp my ride" - Celph Titled
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