Link of Feed: viewtopic.php?f=24&t=134016&start=45
Just another something.
The ground is open to me, I'm falling through it.
My mouth has broken teeth, from balling too hard, bitch -
for me to slapped verbally, no words be hurtin' me,
Bout to unlock a door of whoop ass, search for keys...
But damn, no matter how much I try,
I get madder which each step and I fret and flex, stuffing my -
self to the brim with lies and guilt,
eyes are built from twisted truth, applied the spilt -
blood of my enemies onto my skin, a fuckin' Hannibal,
yeah it's cliche to say it, but the day has come to be an animal.
So should I bark, moo, meow, growl or sing?
Should I woodpeck your eyes out or swallow you whole like a fish?
I'm rusty, but I'm comfy, so here's something to think about,
You're a prick now, you sick clown, so sit down and dick around.
I've been through my own personal shit, I know,
So it's ammo for my arsenal, don't be a bitch'n lie though...