he don't want the tracks...........he just doesn't
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lyrics since they matter so much to him...
why don't you stop then to realize i'm real//
why don't you stop....cuz you'll never get a deal//
why don't you stop....cuz noone is scared//
why don't i stop.....cuz your noone compared//
ok this time...i must of reached the bottom of the barrel//
the depths of my chambers.....problem in parrel//
why sooooooo angry.....it must be that jobless tension//
this is tom chambers....got that ego when he stomped on sentus//
honest question....don't appear too convince//
hows a loser get cocky when he barely can win//
and it really feels good...(you know)...waking up at noon//
daily routine at 28 and you stayin up your room//
constantly suicidal..plus hes fakin cuz the truth//
hurting with the proof....and hes playing like hes doom//
got this swagger...like you inherit what you rule//
nada...teenage dream yelling at your parents cuz its cool//
online bully showing off your merits like a fool//
being hammered and screwed over....clearly hes a tool//
hear say....and beer games only traits you try//
bi polared....bitch made....lonely place in life//
what a cruel world....what a cold world//
when was the last time you pulled any giiiiiirrrrrllllsss//
mad at the world.....and he swinging at society//
the first heist of no value...bringing out the irony//
after this...he'll sit there...thinking of replies to me//
like his girl lives overseas...sinking her flying weak//
mad cuz his groin burning from the herpes//
sooo muslim...dreams of blowing up while serving us our slurpees//
don't approach me...i'll service like you hurt me//
why i'm doing this?....cuz you certaintly ain't worthy//
uhhhhmmmm....
this must be the remains of fucking sticcy//
punches too weak and he ain't got enough to hit me//
give me a break....waiting for his record to blow//
but hit last project being a half decade ago//
i can say in all honestly...that your rhymin is raw//
yelling down "mother i promise that i'm findin a job//
next CD...i'm coppin...but your grindin is off//
but your average...even for your era....won't lie to ya dog//
i know you admire....cuz my flow comes as virtue//
back against the wall and there with noone to turn too//
going by tommy guns...as i'm picking off my enemies//
mr. Manhattan style...cuz i'm sick of those who envy me//
he'll get a long ending with abusing//
confused....and hes going through is own identity diffusion//
ruthless....see and you'll need some luck to calm me man//
on the rap scene...you the butt fuck of aussie land//