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Current mood: drunk
Category: Writing and Poetry

sit back take a wak and lend C an earhole
c period PEDIKs been nutty nuts sinse year old
out the k hole in M I Yayo, i combust n cook blow
whoa!
dress down, holes in my clothes wit O's enclosed
i got a migrane in mind but not skitzo it be my bro
heard voices many a time , disregaurd vocal appearance
cuz after wake up! chas, get outta bed
comes kill ur parents
demons on my back n claws in my kindneys
semem in urinary track blast evil into pigmeys
guess i drink too much
sin and sell dat dust
get real wit my road dogs and camp dat blunt
had white gold dat look like vampire fronts
my lyrics holy but life voodoo evil like santarian brrrruHA
turn good girl to K Hoe To Coke Hoe den 2 roks raw
i love 2 pac,and dem japaneese pray to ancestors
so i talk to pac and hope i get dose real answers
im killin da mic but wit out genocide
i like oldschoo rock but newschool hope emo dies
bud-DUH dig deep in rock quary in fiends cerebellum
studduh when pig ax me my story if i got tings, where i sell em
so stressed in my mind, brother in Over T on D grind
n i cant find the time to deal wit drug problems
im a mess distressed on da la line, mind jumbled like gang signs
shanked a dude one time but never semi or revolved em
so i lay back alone in Dat Khole n blaze dat blizzy
thinkin bout when mittens was sitten on my lap next 2 dat glizzy
voices used to be busy, signals made me not hear demons
a few years after i jacked my tripple beam in
highschool class, and now i cant laugh, dark past no joke , cant cope, so, it in my mind, repressed to back
dont know if the rhyme scheme right or it iambic pentameter,
but i know blow Hoes fiends white crypt and bangin the brain matter of
a few dudes tat did me wrong
only 12 dollars but i had to be strong
or rather be SEEN strong
so we hunted for two weeks wit dat PH flag at arms
and tis a true story bout the dudes that raise me up
5 years ago at chart house we was in the cut
me and Crazy IJ johnathan ran dice games
made more off servers that way then the right way
but what im talkin bout i aint realize
im drunk beligerant actin tense like TABS cut wit stricnine
n ive been in a darkspot with my brother on da floor
i realize god real cuz i felt the devil knockin on my door
i smile at tears , and try to see ur position
cuz ive seen peers bump heads wit lucifer

HEAD ON COLLISION