Craft (SPELL ON YOU)

[bullet_boy46]

my mind races figure 8's, people here we go again,
trapped in this zone, of my own, alone im going in
i put rest to the ocean flow, i heard thats what made them sick
feeble minds are dying, you can blame it on my penmanship
i got a natural fire you can blame it on my heritage
doing what i wanna, thank my parents for the negligence
my spell craft is effortless, for i am a medium of energy
destroy a mortals brain like the effects of methamphetamines
higher echelon, descendant of prestigious pedigree
those who've challenged me have suffered hysterectomies
my third eye is steady, vision trained on my enemies
my style is "grassy knoll" and these amateurs are kennedy
deadly with my weaponry, every weapon forged mentally
elixir of the gods, i alone hold this recipe
feed them full of poison, then extort them for the remedy
i have unchained this melody, its call is so heavenly
but my earthly mortal flesh cannot bear its sheer ecstasy

[bullet_boy46]

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