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The mic is bleeding my fingers frozen voice is silent
Hearing noises why I had to make my choices violent
Why am I breathing I just reminisce the tortures
The mind of a psychopath living with the horrors
Trying to eat emcees brains like a creepy zombie
I’m sleepy and breathing after somebody shot me
Stealing the rhyme schemes after I ran out of ideas
A demon imprisoned in hell a mexican out of tortillas
My soul is burning in the hands of the fucking devil
Twisted like a pretzel like I was nothing special
In the mirror nothing resembles but perish and fear
Chills down my spine no longer see claritin clear
The end is here I’m readying ammunition
On this last mission I’m getting this blurry vision
The journey finished this is my last writing piece
Keys out of the ignition this is my last drop of ink