Exhibit 7: NO ONE IN PAR_ICUL_R

When I really think about it Your the one that no one likes Then you gonna doubt, spout it When you speak it sounds like spikes Bleeding from the right ear when I hear When your name get mentioned Then you try to grab some ass Touch some grass to get attention One day you'll grow old screaming mad When you lose your hair Nigga called restricted Your addicted and your halfway there Swirling in a spiral going viral It's to much to bear No one there Secret lair You still get scared When you see the set list See my name summer sacrifice Soon you'll summon sentry Spit it in soliloquy Seeing several snake eyes Sending shivers saunter solemnly Suicidal sanctuary Section seven cemetery Then you resurrected Re-elected, second lease on life Only just to waste it face it Can't walk perfect it with a knife Sharp is the tint Let it glisten within certain reason Now you outta listen The finished vision the fission The water its hissin Fire the flames the indestructible Water it wanes crossing the lanes All that remains Scattered all on the floor nothing proteins Bodies on bodies the pantomiming profanes He drink it all from the veins The niggas gone off the chains He gonna eat all your brains Some people call him insane He tried to run but he sprain And its the end of his reign They get the rope and he hangs We losing life to the gangs A bleeding heart and it sang No one in particular No one in particular I could kill your body Call it sloppy its vehicular No one in particular No one in particular Microscopic your myopic You so small molecular No one in particular No one in particular I said seven syllables And count it up to ten If you don't believe me Just rewind it 30 seconds 9 times out of 10 You'd be dead, you still got to give Once you take this 9 you'll be fine Seconds left to live 10 on the clock it wont stop Got the engine revin 90 blood cells leave per second Crank that shit up to 11 Body mangled, burned in an urn Got denied from heaven Now they on a search made of birch Paying with repentance Keeping ten toes down looking round Hands up to the sky Situation super spy See a blink and then you die Heard some sounds come from the forest Gun shot one shot make you nervous For the metaphysical ridicule With the bruising its physical Got depression its pinnacle So the loathing it's cyclical Average day and it typical Get the f*ck out my face with this visual Visceral I can see it and sense it Can't feel bad I won't lament it Swinging for the fences In past tense its half past noon And i'm yawing and fawning A new idea is spawning I smell a sense of belonging I'm falling longing, the Swanson The speech of the king Speak of the devil The red fellow who mellowed The soft touch he settled The moooooment You shook his hand erased what had just began You accursed on all the land You fucked up without plan You played yourself like a band How much of this can we stand I'm heated I need a fan Nothing's gonna stop me From ripping out all the stands Consumer boomers get mad I tell them go talk to dad That guy full of shit too Six feet under who new I dug this hole just for you Goddamn it only you knew This shit was rigged from the start Your simply playing your part Another friend to the beast Your like a snack or a treat He'll eat your body for fun So please just stay in the hole He just reloaded his gun This is it No more advice left to administer Aiming his gun at no one in particular