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• Written by _Insomniac
spitting till you drop and got no breath, rip it and wait for impeding death
playing with knifes it makes no mess, fire on a mic, tryna handle stress
insomniac infested life stand with resentment shits like presents land
putting in dents and bullet hole medicine, spitting like a fetish man
giving you a reddish tan, finish your veges man before u drop and perish damn
old days to cherish and think and relish in i got a blemish hope-
to replenish so that i can embellish life's plate is shellfish for a dyslexic
seeing selfish style just electric dude kinda a eccentric looks kinda aesthetic
a bit more poetic and still be more athletic your just pathetic, battling and regret it
my mind u just met it, rhymes food fed it, the prize imma get it
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_Insomniac
Member since January 14 2015