If there's spelling errors my bad...i really dont pay attention when im writing rhymes
picture perfect example, of the light of america,
runnin around naked, goal is mass hysteria,
or get a vinarial, bust ya face on my sterio,
boom where you head go, just bought me a knife,
half price at petco, and the only way for me to let go,
is about 2 dime bags, a bag of chips and legos,
and just cuzz you said no, it dont process here,
my brain cant contain, some faggot with smear,
lemma grab this beer, bust the bottle over this queer,
homophobic attidude, shit they aint no fear,
im lock for best, aint no emcee on my level,
raise up bass, bust it turn down the treble,
this mic is so hot, we got it boilin the devils kettle,
spittin it so hard, people confuse it with heavy metal
satens hand on me, and hes got a vice grip,
you can control me, you was on a nice trip,
can you hear me now, or am i verison,
see only nice things, see it on the horizen.
in black an sassoon, staring at the black moon,
battling emcees that suck more than a vaccuum,
loads of kilos, in the back of da truck,
feed me grims, we can get fucked up,
weed an herion, make a terrific 2,
go down to hell, get lifted to,
in the burning lake, we drifted through,
sniffin blew, this cane turns blue,
keep you awake, the shadows whatching,
end over end, night crawlers no stopping,
the effects kick in, like fuel to the fire,
half of youz here, but ya keep goin higher,
multible stab wounds, acid turns to fire,
the x youll be lier, then next be a cryer,
blood dripped rum, youll be fine with the lighter
we feeed, on excess,
breeetth in excess,
i take you away
im the loaded gun, sittin right there on the floor,
im the brains of a teen, who blasted himself on that door,
im the voacal cords, of the american youth,
try to speak our minds, and quit comparin us to you,
blantant rip off of punk, or just new school hippie,
a modern day lennon, and kurt cobain in me,
gomma gimma 1 good reason, why i shouldnt let it go,
this gruge aint hurd, had it the whole time before
purple rises in the air, have me flyin down the stairs,
trippin 50 different meds, man workin to be dead,
haunt you in ya dreams, even flaunt it through the seems,
nitemires or redeems, demons cmon unleash,
its the general conception, shady perception,
80 percent dead, the lady done said that,
the gaol you met yet, dien on bed rest,
cant take my meds yet, my mind is fenced in,
faggots you sence that, yet sets me apart,
from faggots like bar, fuckin snitch nark,
and wont top a charts, truth is i hope you dead,
missin all ya body parts, bruises and stretch marks,
i love to sketch hearts, i dont have to pretend,
dont long for you amend, i dont owe you shit,
foget illy and sick, no milli's in this,
forget california, go to philly wid this,
and get gille to diss, way to many have missed,
cuzz im through the mist, on my way to scotland,
bout to show you who the fuck i am david haaaa
im da illest on diss song, like moses wid a microphone,
look poof im gone, weezy is like d12 his proof is gone,
he on birds nuts so hard hes practically givin da faggot dome,
my lyrics are like gta 4, i got diss on free roam,
aye john whats on, play me at club homie,
hit me up on da phone, i put the shine in chrome,
so much talent in me, yall dont even belong,
on the same song, as sticcy man,
just collabratin, makes fans march wid me man,
get you on a fitness plan, maybe you can stay wid me man,
still ya kidney man, so stand up if ya feel me man,
got da business hand, ya cant trick me man,
dont take no seat, you cant sit wid me man,
its click emotionally sick, my shit so hard, it own its own dick,
and i aint even rich, not even middle class,
if ya got a prblem wid me then kiss my ass,
yo first i been curse, and my souls on red alert,
i feel like kurt, before he grabbed the gun first,
only his pain was halfway, and my pain is much worse,
like worshiping saten, during communion in christs church,
then get stripped searched, cuzz you look like osamas kin folk,
i dont take it as an insult, id been dragged on jagged windows,
and had severe mental, problems you cant solve them
many devils globlins, have been revolvin and they causin
mass hysteria, the blast ahead of ya,
hey look the bullet, ducked and it blasted america
forget truth homie, im here just darin ya,
livin in the confines, the scope is onsight,
in the end its always the cops and the cons right,
hit you with this broudside, whther its in the am's
or in the middle of the night man, livin in my own uni,
go to comton with a t-shirt says yeah shoot me,
