...so I am "who is wwiiill sun" the shy connect's making strides to find
been some time since my twin geeked over the matrix in ninety-nine
saying "they're finally giving vs the keys!" to whom did that apply?
couldn't use me for shit to exclude me from shit, that's assinine
so the key bridge collapsed in ninety-five, like I-695
my cuzn renee played peanut-brittle tough like she dodged the bomb
my gig giving vs keys to the incinerator building I've
been working to break out just to break back in, slaves appealing time
my cuzn D. and I high-fived wwiiith demons, that's when I was five
later my boot camp was almighty demons platoon, I was wise
to calculate how the-fuck I'm escaping this arranged demise
to still have to kill myself, that double entendre grazed they minds
countdown's at fifty-eight, a new hope can cum make her way to mine
beginning with iyend8 b8tches life is mine, shes spared in-kind
once so fillies my team for-real, no dormant eyes or dandylions
nor beasts of burdens to me once the borderlines the pantylines...