It's Killing Me, It Sucks (Practice)

[Kez]

Lyrical arsonist, who's car is this?
It just got smashed to pieces by the drunk arborist
So it's in as bad a state as your apartment is
But i expect it since you're the divorving father that's
Coming out at night in the black that's dark as pitch
And kills murderers like they were just harmless tits!
It sucks, this gay life, that's why i fucked a gay wife
Painfully with a fuckin rusty steak knife! I'm just a strange dyke (that's why)
I feel the sensation of burning, it's less painful and hurting
Than i would of expected, though me being dead may just have jerked it!
And if you catch me rapping to beats that you wanna clap with just be
Quiet for a minute while i finish the track, just let me!
I'm the rapper that raps, it's natural like the stalker that stalks
Like with me, you sure can fault the sick thoughts
That he thinks of, but if you thought and just bought
Into this idea i wouldn't attack with you with a snort and retort!
Perpatrator of lyrical villiany in cuffs
Get let off wit a warning, but will it be enough?
I just come back the next day except more willingly and tough
Wit the knowledge that this need to rap is killing me, it sucks!

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When i put (Practice), it means that there does not need to be a concept except to practice. Hence the word practice.
You can still feed the same, just not on the fact that there is no concept.

[Kez]

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good work out man , keep it up