you point a gun at my boys face, i'll point one at yours//
you fuck with me i'll fuck you up, you whores ain't nothin but chores//
you wanna beef? then let it out, guaranteed i'll sweep the floor//
victory is served for me, this motherfucker settles scores//
defeat is what you're eating, have your tummy feeling sore//
your weakened feet are bleeding and your buddy's still ignored//
you're speakin' all these secrets, keep 'em coming to the floor//
i'm unleashin' all my demons, keep me runnin' from the ward//
Can't depend on all these faggots, just reliyin' on myself//
You want my pen and pad well have it, sianorya, peace in hell//
I'm the man that makes a difference, can't ya'll tell i'm something big?//
Yeah i know i'm kinda cocky, yeah my shit don't even stink//
I'm a physcopath rapper, a kid that's fucked inside//
Deep inside this kid's head, soo much time's gone by//
And what do I do? I just jot to the page//
And this sheet is now finished, Sincerely, Steve Spag//
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