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I spit on your grave/ Best to behave/You became my slave/Life has no meaning/Fuc Dreaming/I live in reality/Its a fatality / Stepped out the pen and everyone wanted daps with me/ Its Rob they wanna be/ I live like a demon/ And until my casket close I'll blast like my dick shootin semen/ Still thevin because I cant afford a thing/ Fuc drama murder I bring/ ANd wheres my gold chain and ring/ Around ya neck with a teck Ill take that thing/ And I was in the pen because my own cousin wanted to sing/ Well sing when I found you/ Bullets blaze from the tec to blindside you/ I sold my soul to Satan when I was Six/ ANd in my room is bottles of O.E. and a Bloody crucifix/ I need to Rob like a drug user needs a fix/ I take acid to see reality and life/ Tried to slice my wrists with a blunt butcher knife/ Just to feel the pain/ Put my piece to my dome and tried to blow out my brain/ Iam insane from seeing blood baths/ And I dare one of you haters to walk my paths/ Back in the woods worse then any ghetto Neighborhoods/ Where your girl could miss her purse/ Come out the weeds high of weed and lettin my knife disperse/ I curse the day I was born/ And I warn all who want to test/ Ill leave an exit wound where you should have worn that vest/ This is the mind of DA ROBBER full of unrest........................UNTIL I DIE I STAY HIGH