Untitled Song
• Written by 225
all life runs on the simple mechanics
if i dont have it then ill take it, only way i can manage
its havoc, what goes on in my head
take tabs and breath magic, and obnoxious blend
rotten flesh, all i seem to munch on
all i need is a beat a chest to spunk on
you cunts lost, when i stepped to the mic
spend our whole lives miserable coz heaven is nice
why should i believe in a magical man
pack grams through a billy when im trapped in a trance
close friends always new what the go was
like a crime scene ya necks gettin roped off
clones cop what i said i said in the last line
bring hell to the cbd cause an apartheid
half time so im raisin the bar more
comin through witta pound like a dark horse
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225
Member since October 7 2013