Life is tough an' "Y"...it doesn't seem to have a X to it
My head's been fucked up since i downed that first breast fluid//
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Inner scriptures cause ruckus in the mental
Literature pictures destroying instrumentals
It's Confidential My Darts Soar Like Kestrels And Land In Your Temples
At The Shaolin Temple Discarding Your Mental Always Shown Potential
Call me a graveyard, cuz you're buried within my shadow
Leave stains, by blowing your brains like bagpipes in Glasgow
white sheets lay on the ground by ur remains/next to da blood that stains like when it rains/a pool of shells wit no prints for csi/i hear ur mom in da background shouting why did he have to die??!!
How's that throat? From that sperm you drinkin?
Your stage name should be Titanic...your career's sinkin.
^haha
and down at the bottom of the ocean floor
even the bacteria on the boat thinks your rhymes a bore