People wonder why i spit about death....
and twisted sicc shit...
You'd be fucked in the head.. and sicc too....
if you had to watch your dad's dead body collasp and die....
before your eyes at the young age of nine....
I rememeber hearing him scream.. with white foam...
coming up from his mouth.....now it seems it was all an unreal dream...
I knew when he didn't move and started to turn blue...
he was gone.....
Back then i was a weak though.. i started to cry...
then as time went by.. i started to dream and fatasies about 9's.... not to kill my foes.. but i used to think of blowin my own head off.. to deal with my sorrows and woes.....
Then I always knew I could die to... once you see death in action.. it causes you to have a facination.. with it....
So that's why i started listening.. to hardcore shit.. like lynch.. and started to relate to it....
through the years.. i became heartless I couldn't cry at a funeral.. I just kept wishing.. i was the homie in the casket... so i could join up with my father....
Once death touches your life.. he becames a part of your soul.. as you get older.. you feel so cold.. in the emotional aspect... and then you don't trip when you see mutha fuckaz.. get they head cracked with a hatchet...
After a while you don't really give a fuck.. if you hear about someone gettin hung.. .and die from a tragic suicide... that shit will make you feel good inside...
It's almost like you know the reaper's embedded deep in your mind.... and then you start wishing you was the mutha fucka who's dead....
BUt they tried to murda me with bloody surgery... now i got physical as well as emotional scars.. and im twice as pissed... im already dead anways.. so ima continue...
to spit this ... SICCNESS!!!!
"SO now they know why I'm siccc.. life and drama can make you spit siccc shit.. and then you became a dead man walkin.. that's always heartless... "
and twisted sicc shit...
You'd be fucked in the head.. and sicc too....
if you had to watch your dad's dead body collasp and die....
before your eyes at the young age of nine....
I rememeber hearing him scream.. with white foam...
coming up from his mouth.....now it seems it was all an unreal dream...
I knew when he didn't move and started to turn blue...
he was gone.....
Back then i was a weak though.. i started to cry...
then as time went by.. i started to dream and fatasies about 9's.... not to kill my foes.. but i used to think of blowin my own head off.. to deal with my sorrows and woes.....
Then I always knew I could die to... once you see death in action.. it causes you to have a facination.. with it....
So that's why i started listening.. to hardcore shit.. like lynch.. and started to relate to it....
through the years.. i became heartless I couldn't cry at a funeral.. I just kept wishing.. i was the homie in the casket... so i could join up with my father....
Once death touches your life.. he becames a part of your soul.. as you get older.. you feel so cold.. in the emotional aspect... and then you don't trip when you see mutha fuckaz.. get they head cracked with a hatchet...
After a while you don't really give a fuck.. if you hear about someone gettin hung.. .and die from a tragic suicide... that shit will make you feel good inside...
It's almost like you know the reaper's embedded deep in your mind.... and then you start wishing you was the mutha fucka who's dead....
BUt they tried to murda me with bloody surgery... now i got physical as well as emotional scars.. and im twice as pissed... im already dead anways.. so ima continue...
to spit this ... SICCNESS!!!!
"SO now they know why I'm siccc.. life and drama can make you spit siccc shit.. and then you became a dead man walkin.. that's always heartless... "