You're cut when you "pick up the pieces" of shrapnel. I beast in a battle like eating the cattle. I'm working with the scripture like the verse is an elixir.īut diss-Z's attempts at dispersal of the sickness. keep it Curt, Hawkin' lyrics.įam has drive, like it hurts walking with it. I'll battle 'Zach.CozArt' made a 'shortstop'. But then again I feel insane, yet I stay the same through all the pain, so there is no one but me to blame. Im grimacing, the plot is thickening, everything seems so menacing, witnessing the change, feeling nothing but shame. The lies I’ve self fed go on to become cries from my bed as I try to pretend that this isn’t the end commencing. World’s falling apart but I pick up the pieces and put them back together, cus they can’t stay broken forever, To mend a broken heart, I say things so clever whether or not I believe whether or not they’ll succeed to better my thought and reality, but the forecast stays the same, so the bad weather causes me to endeavor to pull down that lever to flip off the light inside my head, powers out, ideas go dead, the floors are stained with red from dreams filled with lead. So it's OK if it's Organized Konfusion he Prints Poe. So his scripts got me beasting like Lovecraftsmanship. I'd cut Art to bits coz I love craftsmanship No pimpin' lyrics, but tryst an' I sold that. I'd trick mephisto into giving my soul back, To block and stop the longin'us writers feel. It's kinda like you try to heal or find a shield, Shades of 'grey'll' represent the indy scene. It's all black and white, you'd sacrifice the in betweens:
You said a couple things that I find quite funny,īut your crew "should've come with a mute" like wise monkeys.īelieve, he's blinded if he aint seen defeat.Ĭode of ethics my heart's in the cipher, I made a Splash, earned my Stripes but don't thank me You can morph into wind, Cuz I'll blow you away. You sound like you think you're a power rangerĭid not pass know, went directly to fail 's what he didĮight minutes to figure out how make it sound realįakin it with a dictionary on his lap to say how he feelĮmotions are what he keeps Trying to concealīut I aim for the brains, so your games are retartedĬhildren are cute but should come with a mute
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