IN MY ROOM BREAKIN THIS ART DOWN TO A SCIENCE SO I CAN SLAY THEM RAP GIANTS SHOW EM MY LOCO DEFIANCE FOR THE WORLD THAT USES ME AS AN APPLIANCE YOU MOTHERFUCKAS CANT CONTROLL ME DONT EVER TELL ME HOW TO BE CHARGIN MOTHERFUCAKS A FEE TO BE FREE (COPS) FOR SOME A YOU FOOLS LIFES A BREEZE BUT WEHRE I BREATHE WE SELL D'S TO MAKE THEM G'S WHILE U BITCHES GET BY ON YOUR KNEES I DON'T NEED ANYONE IF I GOT BEEF I GET BAKKED FROM THE GUN ILL HAVE U FAKE CATS ON THE RUN FROM SUN TO MON IM GONNA MUREDER ALL LOCO HATERS UNDER DA SUN AND TO YALL BITCHES TRYIN TO BRING A NIGGA DOWN ONCE WE THRU DONT EVER COME AROUND THINKIN YOU GONNA GET A SECOND ROUND YOU'LL QUIKLY HERE THAT DOOR SLAMMIN SOUND U TRICKIN ASS BITCHES IS HELL BOUND WHEN ALL YOUR LIES ON ME ARE FOUND YALL PUNK MOTHAFUKAS CANT HURTME EVEN WHEN U FIGHT DIRTY MY EMOTIONS REMAIN STURDY LIKE A HUNG JURY I DONT CHANGE MY MIND 11 OUT OF 11 THE JURYS VOTE A 187 AT THE HOUR OF SEVEN YOU WILL GE MURDERED BEHIND 711 THE EXECUTIONER MY SMITH WESSON BAM BAM GOT SENT SOUTH OF HEAVEN ILL BE THERE MYSELF FOR SIN NUMBER 7(WRATH)
Reason for writing:
ALL THESE FAKE MOTHAFUKAS AND BITCHES THAT BEEN TRYIN TO HURT ME THIS GOES OUT TO U
Birth sign: Gemini
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