lookin' back on his past can't wash away the blood from all the war's he' been wagin',
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lookin' back on his past can't wash away the blood from all the war's he' been wagin',
heart racin, his mind, contemplatin,
thoughts wack from crack can't attack the problem-atic, psychomatic, infectous bliss
controlling his concious; it's hit or miss,
not second chance, no do-over's exists,
i smash that ass like children actin wild in K-Mart//
as soon as ya life pass, i give ya heart a jump-start//
from a static dart, charged-up from Villains brain synapse//
friends act like they been had my back since i was ten and just started ta rap
my last foe got offstage and began 2 clap
supply and demand, so we can survive and last, another atomic blast
makin sense is far from common imbiciles saturate the big apple thats rotten
A Thousand MarksMen, Marchin Heartless, leave ya no longa Concious
Noctournal like Monstas, i drag ya corpse into tha closets
My bows is crossless, manifested from pure darkness
I bruise yo internals and evidentless carcass/
tendencies to sabatoge shit throw yo ass in a mothafucking KKK moshpit !!!
ya got soft skin, like a sausage, awww shit, im hot bitch, melt ya tricks like chocolate
my spits is hard bitch, not far-fetched, i barf spits, da farthest, causin carnage
yo im back to spit with WnD
because you know it wouldnt be the same wit out me