but you cant, tighten your veins frighten your brains thats what im goin for,
the gore of war, yeh, im deranged motherfucker in the brain so much i claim the game
while i bring the pain its the same ol' name i aint real im confusion or dillusion a illusion
that is loosin or im wining when im sining got the whole world spinning
and im smooth like linnin, i cant explain what i feel i cant explain its real
coz its not, i caught n lock the thought a thought i got taught, well a musta not
people saying i got no chance at this well blow ma dick and take a prance to this
im fucking evil kinevil as i sevre-up your serebal and the fucking game its feeble
the structure is strange coz i wrote it to a beat

its a old verse that aint getting used no more, i picked of a couple of lines from it though and have them in audio now ( yeh recyclin

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