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With no sound it's as though i'm fuckin trapped in a prison/
It's like Jason, just without the knife, mask or the victims/
I can see the Audio Stage fucking crumbling/
Aside from a few, most of em are just noobish wank little w1ggers!/
There's too much at risk for me to give up at this/
That's why i continue to write, i get a rush from it/
But i'm lacking sound like a woman with no cunt to piss/
I miss the ability to call you all "fuckin pricks"/
But i won't give up at this, i'm at the front of it/
TRShady, more than a forum, not just a bitch-/
-fest full of Stans who're becoming sick/
Fly to Detroit just to search through Eminem's motherfucking bins/
I reckon that i spit such verbal acid that i splashed it/
On my sound card and it couldn't take the hate, that's why it crashed, and/
I dunno, it's just a habit i suppose but drumbeats fasci-/
-nate me, every single fucking beat per minute, shit, i grab it/
I'm like a kickboxer who lost his legs in a tragic/
Accident, but nobody could take away the wins he managed!/
And i went over the limit, couldn't be arsed with a chorus/
When i get back? Your track doesn't wanna know what i'll call it!
