Homicidal

Lies taken me to the point of no return I'm on fire because my sore aching throat burns You know this shit is a simple task to complete Burn the mids to a level that can not be seen underneath Once forsaken lids GOD under the gold mines of the golden gates I seem to get frustrated very easily anymore it's sad I can't get a grip on life like I'm always motha fucking STUPID MAD I hate rap you'll get capped like a rat that you are Where's the rest of your schemes and your fake bars Ready to consume and chomp down on my dinner You won the prize of doom like a one time winner Have you leaking like a soft tampon and a faucet See the leeching of a skin patch that was barely exhausted Fairly tipped off frosted wit my ice cycle swivel I'm wondering how lost it is when I shoved it in her whistle Speaking satanic vibes like my tongue is twisted wrong You don't need me on track to get off one off on a good song Cause you be listening to me wondering how I be living Pimps are on the street listening and cat whispering The gat is whistling and taking ya life with one blast I busted off nine rounds and one in your ass Here's another 16 bar scheme to keep your life intact the nightmare you knew Michael is back And so I murdered her murdered here dahmer style furnace burn homicidal murkin ya