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Parody therapy, Eminem do you remember me?
Executed as no remorse for your enemy.
With the high powered bombs you've sent in mentally.
To send me steadily over the edge,
like the memories that you've left,
when they were let in.
Like the entity.
The friend.
Allegedly amity only sensed,
through lyrics in our recipes.
Shared in relation to the chemistry going against,
all odds for some charity.
Never bending in and up after a fall.
Carefully retaining a tendency not to fret, Nah,
cause the boundaries been set.
Qualifying us as every one's enemy never ending in death.
Pause.
No sympathy when it was left in jeopardy.
No rehearsal to live in controversy when they said,
plenty of things complimentary to our rep.
Energy spent ready to embrace a heavy dose of respect.
Resembling a frenzy,
assembled down in the depths.
Where it got messy.
The mess we came up out of dispelling the trench.
Direct entry into the vent,
pen with a stench sketchy.
So let me sketch it,
a picture painted as weird graffiti feared to be read.
Confetti popping off so celebrate it instead.
Because when it comes out shooting you better be ready to get,
stupid and used up in another crazy thought when my cranium eludes to doing things,
I once refused to do now that its been fed.
Up in my head rooted, Nope!
Won't do it,
instead I chose to just lose it.
Letting it loose on you friends..