lemme treat this like a trip to the fair kids
props flyin 'round faster than spills on ya food bibs
its almost like a sympathy factor wave spreading
on a loaf thats been stale, tall tales of dreading
fairy tales of fear that a lyricist will show up
and say sumthin worth a sitting without the throw-up
but my name aint been synonymous since the crash
i been pictured as trash, but it takes one to know one
i am a piece of garbage in the real world of life
sumthin yall believe is trite so instead u try to write
forcing big words and guns, 2 things u never used
an immaculate manifest yall provide, which is true
ignorant, spittin worms, sell the mic to charity
ur wasting electricity by missing me, i'm back in black
so please dont kill em with the worst flow in history
soothe the wound u made and disappear into ya misery
none directed in specifics ~ i target evryone
and those who busy sleeping can get it too, time to run
run run run to my own little reality
killin me ever so softly without the weaponry
envy my arsenal ~ an open mind that works
burying dudes like clockwork, the clock works!, im lurking......
PEACE
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