Yo if what I wrote was pittin'
would it be okay if... I Kept spittin
got lit on ambian so I could sleep
im not just some nerdy geek
I pack heat, in large amounts
so much you couldnt count
if you did, you call me dracula
drinking pure blood
that you could be tasting it, affectin ya
no where to go, i gotta go
im on a flow
this trains off the track
rap outta the plastic
melted face, closed casket
still alive????
nervous tension
causes' me to get put into a straight jacket
but its all bullshit i find myself
left on phobos with more phobias that a
phobo-phobe needing rehab, ASAP
I like the lyrics. I want to hear more!!!
ReplyDeleteThe dracula drops deep as does my cat. I never sleeping, 'cause to sleeping is the cousin of mat. Beyond the walls of tears, life is defined. I think of spittin lyrics when I'm in an asylum state of mind.
ReplyDeletethats cool
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