When my time comes it´ll be ugly! and the hounds of hell will have to
haggle if they don´t know i´m poisonous gristle! 200 times the poet. the
real salt content of the sea in my rhyme up and verse. How this brain
that hasn´t gone indonesian rat-monkey shit wrong.
How this brain that the shadows thought they owned comes up as the best container for the armagaeddon mind.
The mind that´ll insidiously have the yee of lil´ faith stricken with
shock to the day my rhymes bounce off the walls near your house like my
anger.
Popshit spewed and repeated like some rabied dog that´s owner intoxicated it.
yeah when my time comes I´ll fight tooth and nail
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