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kaka321
01-10-2005, 07:39 PM
made 04/21/03 once i get feedback from my older sh*t il post some newer sh*t. Alot more to come, gimme some feedback and prop the sh*t if u like it.

peace

inside me deep,thats where the demons meet
inside me they burn, dangerously high heat
even the coldest nights i burn, i cant sleep
try to fight, but im always over come and beat
bring out the worst in me, why cant this life i cheat
my mother produced the zygote of a devil himself
now all i do is suffer with demons, resemble oneself

yes people do question my mental health
but this is all i can be, the psycho myself
but in todays world who cares, just want the wealth
as a child i was beat and mentally scared
thrown out slept in cars, 95% of my life has been behind bars
thats why im spitting these final bars

crack ecstasy weed i robbed for my narcotic'ly greed
to think when i was a young one had dreams to breed
STD's aids HIV probably more then that sh*t im me
i know wont last another year thats a sure guarantee
but fu*k it, lifes to short anywayz to waste, cant disagree
look into the depths of my soul, im dying cant you see

"im dying inside, cant you see it in my eyes
day i drop wont be a surprise, i have to thrive and thrive
it burns like an internal beehive,got my wrist gimme a kni've
voices tell me to do wrong, after this il probably be gone"

back then i could have been so fresh so clean
but this life has forced me to carrying a machine
shooting manz till they green, leaving holes in their spline
5.0'z after me like the A team, why cant i live the american dream
why couldn't i have jewels that gleam, why couldn't i have the finest cream
demons make me hot,so i dont cry i just let of a stream of steam

only thing my palm and body will meet is the heat
im not taking about the heat of the earth going deeper
im talking about black or chrome, point 9 or hollow heater
force your soul to end its gravity meter, women got money il beat her
il eat anything i find, im evening robbing you if your blind
i dont give a sh!t demons over thrown my mind,im now of the demonic kind

if you see me leave me, dont confuse or get me in a muddle
or il have to leave your body floating face first in puddle,
now you and granny in heaven can cuddle, while in robbing you on the double
burst your head open like a bubble, leave limb lying with the rubble
you wana see how my live is ultimately pain, look at my bloody clothes all stained
you wana see how my life is ultimately vain, life my sleeves see my purple vein

"im dying inside, cant you see it in my eyes
day i drop wont be a surprise, i have to thrive and thrive
it burns like an internal beehive,got my wrist gimme a kni've
voices tell me to do wrong, after this il probably be gone"

im nothing but homeless, rootless and mental
im just heartless, emotionless with nothing sentimental
inside im ruthless and fearless,crach house my temple
outside im faceless and nameless, none of which is consequential
holy water hard to digest i never been blessed, im the devils rental
please put slugs thru my vest eat my chest, dont be gentle

if you dont kill me, i might kill you, sawed out send you aloft
just blood and guts you cough, looking at me funny will set me off
why did god make me awake to this rechid reality
just pop me off, make me go so high il defie gravity
i mean whats the point in my life, im way past insanity
its just the matter of someone please tek'in my chest cavity

i been through the bad and badder , ive been the cause of brutality
my life has been by far the worst, i see it as no gift, just the curse
demons make me snatch a innocent ladies purse,when i die i wont have a hurst
il have a alley way, because where i was born il stay, for my sins il pay
my heart is was molded to stone like clay, possessed like childs play
doesnt matter how much i prey, all im waiting for is the lucky day

"im dying inside, cant you see it in my eyes
day i drop wont be a surprise, i have to thrive and thrive
it burns like an internal beehive,got my wrist gimme a kni've
voices tell me to do wrong, after this il probably be gone"

LordMason DaRula
01-10-2005, 07:51 PM
wassup... I thought it was nice...... new rules to tha section u gotta critique someone post and then link it with your post... uummm welcome back, and keept postin