Freestyle 2
• Written by BigMATRIX
Lines puncture your spine like steel knives,
My soul thrives to steal soles and kill those who try,
So be wise whoever dies will be revived,
To be deprived of their body soul and mind,
I'll leave you blind taste declined,
Hearing undefined, no divine intervention,
Just mass vengeance upon your 5 senses,
Locked in the trenches of hells deepest darkest,
Sharp to pierce your appendix,
A schizophrenic,
Causing flowers to bloom in dark rooms like Kendrick,
The skill of mass pandemic I've mastered in it,
I'm sick, I'm sadistic, my dick, is cataclysmic,
I'm slipping in situations pessimistic, yes I did it,
Test my patience, neck wrist slit head is disfigured,
Run in hospitals testing patients dying as I entered,
Causing 'em to commit suicide if their self centered,
Zone cold like a blizzard made me shiver,
Head cluttered the devil whispered,
"Jump into hell dismembered because by God you were delivered".
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BigMATRIX
Member since July 30 2015