1 min your last min

stolen soul I'm takin this scroll back

wit a gonna ready to attack melt your

face no cracks all you here for is

stacks no what I want is mine back.

and if not my counterattack will

overlap all you mother fuckin

habitats with

maniacs stop with the street I'm spitting

facts its amazing how you gasp

these blast make you think of a draft a raft

of hell you cant explain the

rebel you cant come back

it isn't Mine craft but you will worship me

witchcraft I will autograph your antiaircraft.

trip to the world you trashed

you smash you got your whip whiplash

lash your mismatched your not of the

hook your still latched ive gotten snatched your mind

and actions have an

impact on others lives it could feel like knives

or bribes but mine feel like

bee hives thrives in pain nothing to

gain plain outside cold in the rain its

not in my head this bullet is stuffed with lead its dreamed

of the color red

hiding under your bed lived in homested knows you its gonna blow

twords you in the middle of your head dead no time for the call no

hospital bed no saving the day medic with a med god

would have been

sympathetic but this bullet electromagnetism

gave you a shot to your head

on step ahead from the living from the dead god only gave you one

thread one life he gave us our daily bread he said what to do,

you chose

to screw what the right thing to do is you wrote on his words

yoyabayabadoo and drove off in your rich fathers BMW drew a

satanic symbol god don't care and it was pretty stereotypical clearly

you do have any educational needs met your lazy heavy set and has so

much money she will never go to debt. now that's a bet