Rise from my grave
I'm in the position to start killing any mc/ new or old/ bold is something you can't show or teach/ reach out to slice your vocal chords/ cause what most of you spit now a days/ its the same/ plain/ I'll comikazie with your own g6 plane/ I'm derange in my brain/ I don't think the same as these other glitches who think they riding shot gun in this game/ you came for fame/ take a pic/cause at least I'm putting out real lyrics/ not to say your music is fake/ but no one would notice if you said the same word over and over again/ cause your fan base is full of idiots/ as long as they listen to what you call sick spit/ but your lyrics make me sick/ see the difference/ is when I make an entrance on stage/ I see the mass majority with some intelligence/ when I start a conversation to your fans they all go silence in amazement of full thoughts / all of you know who you are/ just know that you go soft/ I go hard/ disagree/ feel free too/ but I ain't getting my feelings bent out of shape/ cause I'll take you out of the game like if I created you
" its time to rise from my grave
I've been asleep to long
Its Time to put on my cape
Not batman or superman I'm feeling like spawn "
Cause I'm reborn a demon/ just give me a reason/ to put forward for a killing season/ go on a killing spree/ then when the judge ask me what was I thinking/ I'll be blinking / like I'm just going crazy plead insanity/ but honestly speaking I'd do it twice over/ no jokes intended/ I'm not the joker / there's no smile on face till I spill your blood all over your place/am I twisted/ who really knows/ I'm not perfect but then again who is/ if you're sitting thinking you might be/ well then you might be full of it/ cause then your name would be on the top/ but instead you can't even avoid a run in with a cop/ get popped in lock up/ now your whole album is gonna be stuck/ unless you got fans that dig that type/ free so and so/ but I'll be the one to throw away the key/ it's what you get if you think about messing with me/ not trying to protect myself from you/it's meant for your own protection from entering my personal hell/ it's hot in here stay clear/ didn't you hear/ there's a guy in prison waiting to give you a present up the rear end/ hopefully you'll take that as a lesson for thinking of messing with my vibe or if you wanna enter the arena go ahead its your life on the line cause with me I'll make sure your whole career dies its what I do to diminish my loose ends
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